Primary colours
splash the slate sky; thin strings tie
dun earth to green sea.
Dream kite drank the sky,
ripped my fingers for freedom,
dragged me off my feet.
Unreliable
winds: my kite lifts, loops, crashes,
snaps my hopes in sand.
Picked up. Patched up. Climb
high on a steady breeze:
lift my heart again.
You smile, feint, escape,
soar away. I stand limp-stringed,
dropped, directionless.
splash the slate sky; thin strings tie
dun earth to green sea.
Dream kite drank the sky,
ripped my fingers for freedom,
dragged me off my feet.
Unreliable
winds: my kite lifts, loops, crashes,
snaps my hopes in sand.
Picked up. Patched up. Climb
high on a steady breeze:
lift my heart again.
You smile, feint, escape,
soar away. I stand limp-stringed,
dropped, directionless.
1 comment:
not bad. Kites are a way to get in touch with being still. "Go Fly A Kite." thank you I will.
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