I cannot lie – I took this idea from a fellow poet as I loved the shape of some of her poems. Thank you for the inspiration, Kim from Writing In North Norfolk.
This is it in word format because my mobile formatting makes a mess of it..
A
Kite
Flying High
Soaring in clouds
A break in the blue sky
Silently diving and swooping
Tension on line, a dead stillness
Settling, its rhythm gentle, smooth,
Bobbing at the end of the line, just waits,
A pull, a twist of the wrist, send it diving low,
A wrist flick, a jerk, paint the sky with loops,
Repeat, making patterns, response fast,
Buzz from the line, hearing the winds,
Slow the descent, landing begins,
Gently, to grass, let it rest now,
Its flight over, now ended,
A long tail follows lazily,
Fluttering, it falls,
Flight doomed
Now folds,
Into
Its
Holdall.
Day Over
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Reblogged this on Waterstone Way and commented:
And the poetry of life flies on.
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I really loved this. I shared this on my author Facebook page. I hope it gets carried away by many.
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