A kite is flying,
In the sky being lonely,
It touches the cloud,
It flies aimlessly.
Where will that kite go?
Will it ever come back?
May be it will,
May be it will be out of track!
The lost kite flies and flies,
Perhaps it will touch the skies!
The Broken Stringed Kite
It flies on winds only dreams create
and grows smaller as it rises
to touch air not this close to earth
since last Fall.
.
It was a favorite kite, beloved
by children of every age as
it dipped and turned
like a mad iceskater
on iceless routines leaping
and destined eventually
to land.
.
The tug is perfect until
a wind sweeps in and grabs
the tail to snap pull
and dance too fast for hands
to reel in or strings to
keep.
.
Now, the kite sings on air
alone and without an anchor,
the tail free to do as it elects,
the kite a small reminder
that keeping is a part
of losing.
.
Stella L. Crews
11-23-15
325p
.
Beautiful!
Absolutely wonderful dear Allets! I'm simply spellbound. :)