I´ve been working on one
And I can feel it strong
in my fingers.
I´ve got the right thread,
it´s windy,
it´s a clear winter morning,
and there is no class today.
I will feel your cold hands
While I teach you to let go,
To feel the air,
the blow, the whisper, loneliness.
And then the greyhounds will come and sit
To take a look at us
sometimes, the right thread may not be right, and when you want to fly a kite, you don't want to let it go; you want to hold it tight and see how it flies.
A very powerful write, a poem of strong feelings and amazing atmosphere, I realy enjoyed this one 10, without fail Love duncan X
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I agree with Duncan; the atmosphere in this poem is amazing..You remind me of how important it is to live -not just exist and what joy there is in little things A beautiful poem from you. With love Pia