The Kite

You glide upon the wind.  High and free, you roam the summer sky. I am transfixed with your beauty - I am ashamed that I had almost forgotten.



Childhood pictures flash across my conciousness.  Memories of ... the warmth of sunshine ... the openess of a field ... and the softness of the grass beneath my feet. I ran like the wind that you would rise on, just so that I could be the one to set you free.



Yesterday, you were but just a toy.

Today, you have brought again the feelings of youth, to an ageing grandmother.



Fly high and proud, kite of my childhood.

At the hand of my grandson, you have in today, regained

your right to soar!




Author's Notes/Comments: 

The attic had been cleaned.  Within the mounds of forgotten memories, a kite was found. A park, a warm summers day, and a grandson, awaits a grandmother, at its finding. Which of the two will get the most enjoyment of the day?  The Child - that experiences only the moment? Or the grandmother, who realizes the moment he is now experiencing, will one day become the memory of his manhood.

How long since you have flown a kite? ~Lesa~

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chris's picture

My grandmother took me to the playground to fly a kite once.
Great poetry. Great vivid images.
Thanks for reminding me of those sweet memories.

running_with_rabbits's picture

hello
it has been a long while since I have read anything by you
which makes me sad

so I stopped by

"I ran like the wind that you would rise on,"
that line hit me hard
I loved it very very very much

I love that poem very much
"fly high, kite of my childhood"
wow
you take my breathe away even after all these years, you are still an amazing writer

much love
ash


Much Love

Ashley

Amber Hicok's picture

this was really neat! i can't remember the last time i flew a kite was....i will have to do that sometime...this was absolutly beautiful!!

poetvg's picture

THIS POEM WAS SIMPLY MY
FAVORITE ONE KEEP UP :*)
ALL THE GREAT WORK IN THE FUTURE.

TREXPATTON's picture

My dear Lesa, Thank you for finding me. May I inquire as to which other site led you to mine, please?
I was first entranced by "kite" when I scanned your contents; "Almond Eyes", the young boy, loved to fly kites. He was a language student at Phan Trau Trinh Middle School where I taught English in Da Nang, Viet Nam, 1967. "Almond Eyes Sleep..." is far from done, but some events can't be hurriedly dredged up just to fit the time-frame of one's life, as I'm sure you are finding out.
Your work is lovely, deep, sensitive, & concise. In a word "good". Your art is sharp & fresh & invigorating. Keep at it & damn the critics & "spell-checkers"! LOL
Then, of all things, I find that you are acquainted with "Manic-depression"! They call it "Bi-polarism" now, but whatever I am, I've been "IT" since 5 yrs old, as best I can decipher my id from those times. My symptoms are just inward-turning & escaping, with a mild viewing of suicide a long time ago, but I found that there is too much good in this state, for sharing with others in it as I am, for me to cheat myself & them out of the exploration of this experience.
You may find some solace in "September Soliloquy",,as it is for our only son, killed by a drunk driver on 9 / 12 / 80. Needless to state, there was some soul-searching done in me during the 9 / 11 -- 9 / 12 events. Diagnosis was Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome, which can be sometimes dangerous, but merely served to bring some of my past back to the surface, & now I can begin again to share it.
Nice to meet you, & nice of you to share the way you do in your work.
A hint of what is to come, to complete (if that word can ever be used by poets) the stanzas of "Almond Eyes..." : there will be "...Sleep here", "...Weep here", "...Keep here", & "...Creep here". The last is what those eyes do in my dreams.
Again, nice to meet you. Teddy Rex Patton


"Poe" I'm not, nor "Rich" am I,
but I'll be famous, b'ye and b'ye !

HAWK SQUAW's picture

hello my friend.....

well I sit here thinking of the last time that I flew a kite..... what a wonderful feeling.....

this was so full of beautiful memories written with a hand that holds the gift of taking the reader to the inner thoughts and emotions along with a grandmothers passion of her past and her grandchild...... this was such a excellent piece of writing..... well done ....

Hawksquaw

robertpaullocke's picture

I wanted to thank you for bringing me along for a fun ride. I forgot how much fun kites are.

Douglas Lazard's picture

Thanks Lesa, For the memories! I was still flying kites up into my thirtys. My buddies and me would have kite-fights on the weekends, and that evolved into making and flying stunt-kites. I even flew a six foot skynasaur stunt-kite off the top of Pike's Peak Colo. back in the late eighties! but alas, I lost interest over the years and havn't flown for some time now... I Think I will go buy a new kite and take Savanna out flying when the weather warms up!! A beautiful write and wonderful idea!!

Peace and love ~~~~ Dougie ~~~