Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 24,061 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

We Are The String That Holds The Kite - Poem by Mark Heathcote

If you’ve eyes to watch the tidal rise
You’ve a heart to sense its sinking
This is the way of all things elated
This is the way of helium balloons…
This is the way of love, isn’t it ghastly,
This is what helps us understands apathy.

That feeling when the seas washed-out:
Wanting and waiting, its own return…
No matter how far, how high how low
Things just slip-out-of-reach and go…
We are the string that holds the kite
Hoping it’ll stretch, it’ll not break tonight.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 26, 2015

Poem Edited: Thursday, November 26, 2015


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