Yvonne Rautenbach

Rookie - 12 Points (Aquarian - I am over 50 / UK)

High And Low As A Kite - Poem by Yvonne Rautenbach

We flew a kite but he was
clouded by Veronica
Amassing CDs as I tuned
on my Harmonica
Kind of unmoved in bed
But craving sex
Into football but losing his pecs
Turned Veggie
as I dreamed of meat
Hard up days- when it was a treat
Depressed about his past
but I lived the present
Juggling the balls of life
Which were incessant
Pleasantly, sad moody man
I Kicked him along like a can
I was always going to fly away
Like a kite, or bird or a plane
while he would stay and
Write his sorrows again and again.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 7, 2010

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