Carol Fleming Klein
Carol Fleming Klein
I hope your day is beautiful and blessed!
I am an elementary school teacher residing in California. I grew up on the East Coast until I went to college. Over the years I have had a relatively small number of writing experiences, although I have been “writing” since age 4. As an 8 or 9 year old, a classmate and I made a mini book of popular rhymes. In my ... more »
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Carol Fleming Klein Poems
Your fleeting touch awakens once more the freedom cry in my songbird throat
Like A Bird On A Migration Flight
I have flown time and again When the weather changed and the season waned
This Rainy Day
This rainy day you walked into my heart across the phone lines you spanned the space
A Common Singer
I am a common singer Singing a simple song Inviting all who hear To join and sing along
You Caught Me By Surprise
A casual friend -Until I turned around Captured by a look in your blue eyes
Sunlight, sparkling at my windowpane Gliding across the floor, Outstretched hand inviting me to dance. And I long to hear you knockin'
Tonight there's a ring around the moon. It's halo shimmers over the hill.
Hall of Mirrors
I gaze at you. You gaze at my mirrored image. Or is it you I see, or another
A vast sea But a small world Shut in four ways By heavy fog
Big Dipper Arrow to the pole star Floating vessel in the heavens
Robed in black Stepping slowly through silent stony streets Covering his face from curious starlight overhead
Prodigal Daughter 2: Home From The Far ...
I see You, Father waiting by the gate for me, thro' blurred eyes.
I should always be where a songbird sings beneath a tree and the flutter of wings.
Sleep gathers forces Quiet, pressing but momentary stop to wield his sandbags;
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Your fleeting touch
awakens once more
the freedom cry
in my songbird throat
Only a voice
sings as sweetly
of free air
and the open door
But your transient touch
my sleeping wings
Tuesday, January 25,1995