Orville Phillips


Kite - Poem by Orville Phillips

Where did you come from,
now you’ve caught my eye?

You need to live a little –
learn to fly,
before you fall upon the ground
and die.

In your solitude,
now what will you do?

Caught in a breeze
from the open sky –
first you leap,
followed by a sudden pause;
don’t get too close,
otherwise it’s goodbye!

Floating
in a most peculiar way –
where are you going now,
what can you see?

Exploring your world
with a God given grace,
like a man
drifting silently in space…

(A poem from the book 'Mr Blue Sky' by O. Phillips © 2009)

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 1, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 30, 2010


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