I am flying my kite,
arouse my heart to higher heights.
My isosceles triangular thought,
and circular rotating life,
tail balancing of past memories
and lost ideas in flight....
with the strong wind of consciousness, I am flying my kite.
I've seen other kite's fly in others,
they twirl and spin like mine.
Kites are unpredicable,
yet I know can't fly beyond
that string of concerns,
that single line.
Hear my kite's tender fragile paper flutter,
almost tear; see my kites color,
mostly green and some of blue,
a touch of red with a purple hue.
It took so long to get it up,
running and running breathless sweat,
hoping and trying and yet and yet.
Can my kite fly me?
Is it something it can do?
Has it in this short verse flown you?
I am flying my kite,
arouse us to higher heights.
Gentle wind pushes it around
to the sun behind,
for a moment or so I am flying blind.
I am flying my kite.
I love this poem.very deep yet very tender in its own beautiful verses
isosceles? Had to look it up.... equal sides, equal angles... I've learned something today.. 'Can my kite fly me? Is it something it can do? Has it in this short verse flown you? ' When I was a boy I used to send messages up to my kite... On paper with a slit to the centre, the wind would carry it up... I always thought then, in my innocence, it was a note to God... Colin J...10...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dear bullion, our lives are like kites, controlling our destiny.fantastic write.loved each line.i have a similar one.....kites in the hands of destiny.....written for mytwo children.best wishes.