sprite May 17, 2015 artwork by Ulrike Bolenz timelicks its wingsslaps them downflat run along now, child don't come back 2015-Rene Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Comments MaryMay 17, 2015 at 5:43 PMOh...I feel sorry for the child here, so unwanted!ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyUnknownMay 17, 2015 at 5:58 PMMary, don't you weep. Time changes us allReplyDeleteRepliesReplySanaa RizviMay 17, 2015 at 6:12 PMOops..! This is heart-breaking for the child..! Beautifully executed :)xoxoReplyDeleteRepliesUnknownMay 17, 2015 at 6:45 PMWe realize the loss much laterDeleteRepliesReplyReplyPeggyMay 17, 2015 at 6:17 PMI enjoyed reading this and thinking about its meaning. Time does indeed change us all though we cannot go back.ReplyDeleteRepliesUnknownMay 17, 2015 at 6:46 PMWe sure can't, Peggy, but what if we could, for just a day?DeleteRepliesReplyReplySherry Blue SkyMay 17, 2015 at 6:26 PMI love that she has wings, to take her to a happier place!ReplyDeleteRepliesUnknownMay 17, 2015 at 6:47 PMTime will only tellDeleteRepliesReplyReplyDonna@LivingFromHappinessMay 17, 2015 at 7:40 PMI agree with Sherry...the saving grace for this child are her wings...ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyUnknownMay 17, 2015 at 7:54 PMYes! Thank youReplyDeleteRepliesReplyRosemary Nissen-WadeMay 17, 2015 at 10:47 PMAh yes, we can't return.ReplyDeleteRepliesReplybrudbergMay 18, 2015 at 12:45 AMGrowing up is painful... But childhood fairies never come back.ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyKutamunMay 18, 2015 at 4:15 AMBut she must , when the circle is complete ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyBerowneMay 18, 2015 at 4:52 AMIn a word, intriguing.ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyPearlMay 18, 2015 at 10:28 AMIt's a sad day, when our wings lie flat...PearlReplyDeleteRepliesReplyAnonymousMay 18, 2015 at 2:08 PMlove the images!ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyZQMay 18, 2015 at 2:38 PMAnother good one :-)ZQReplyDeleteRepliesReplyTruedessaMay 18, 2015 at 8:49 PMouch..good she has wings to soar above the turmoil..ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyMichaelMay 18, 2015 at 11:16 PMevil time.ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyAnonymousMay 19, 2015 at 1:37 AMBittersweet is perhaps what came to mind. Written fantastically.ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyhyperCRYPTICalMay 19, 2015 at 2:51 PMCleverly done. Oh if only we could recapture childhood...Anna :o]ReplyDeleteRepliesReplySusanMay 19, 2015 at 3:01 PMOh! Yes! Love it! Can't fight with time, not if you mind it. Hehehe.ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyGen Giggles May 19, 2015 at 10:24 PMA harsh reality to many experience.ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyTheresa MilsteinMay 20, 2015 at 10:20 AMLove your word choice for the first four lines. ReplyDeleteRepliesReply21 WitsMay 20, 2015 at 12:02 PMSweet, I hear those school bells too!ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyKathe W.May 20, 2015 at 8:06 PMLoved this!ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyBekkie SanchezMay 23, 2015 at 4:41 PMSilly but I thoroughly enjoyed it!ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyTess KincaidMay 24, 2015 at 9:00 AMExcellent.ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyAdd commentLoad more... Post a Comment Please drop a penny in a poet's hat :
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Oh...I feel sorry for the child here, so unwanted!
ReplyDeleteMary, don't you weep. Time changes us all
ReplyDeleteOops..! This is heart-breaking for the child..! Beautifully executed :)
ReplyDeletexoxo
We realize the loss much later
DeleteI enjoyed reading this and thinking about its meaning. Time does indeed change us all though we cannot go back.
ReplyDeleteWe sure can't, Peggy, but what if we could, for just a day?
DeleteI love that she has wings, to take her to a happier place!
ReplyDeleteTime will only tell
DeleteI agree with Sherry...the saving grace for this child are her wings...
ReplyDeleteYes! Thank you
ReplyDeleteAh yes, we can't return.
ReplyDeleteGrowing up is painful... But childhood fairies never come back.
ReplyDeleteBut she must , when the circle is complete
ReplyDeleteIn a word, intriguing.
ReplyDeleteIt's a sad day, when our wings lie flat...
ReplyDeletePearl
love the images!
ReplyDeleteAnother good one :-)
ReplyDeleteZQ
ouch..good she has wings to soar above the turmoil..
ReplyDeleteevil time.
ReplyDeleteBittersweet is perhaps what came to mind. Written fantastically.
ReplyDeleteCleverly done. Oh if only we could recapture childhood...
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Oh! Yes! Love it! Can't fight with time, not if you mind it. Hehehe.
ReplyDeleteA harsh reality to many experience.
ReplyDeleteLove your word choice for the first four lines.
ReplyDeleteSweet, I hear those school bells too!
ReplyDeleteLoved this!
ReplyDeleteSilly but I thoroughly enjoyed it!
ReplyDeleteExcellent.
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