Such a beautiful kite,
All shades of blue,
Simple yet ornate,
Plain yet adorned
With the breeze
From the heavens
Flying high
Unfettered, until
The breeze gently slows
And the kite dips
Towards the ground
Perilously close,
it skims the treetop
And veers
Hard left
Wrapping string
around
clenched hand
Running
Pulling
Panting
Sweating
Running
Don’t stumble
Kite climbs
Running faster
And stronger
Second wind
About the Creator
Colleen Walters
Just a girl who likes to write poems, usually inspired by events and people in my Florida life.. Always be you, because you are awesome. You matter. You are enough.. ❤️
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A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶4 days ago in Petlife
Comments (5)
Wonderful imagery!
So grateful for the second wind! Loved your poem!
I've never seen a kite like this! It's beautiful!😊
Final couple of lines are the encouraging words to the kite! Nice!
Ah, the art of kite flying. However, unlike when I was a kid, they are aeronautic wonders now and quite expensive (many). We just ran through a field hoping they would catch some air. I loved your poem, Colleen.