Hand crafted from rip-stop nylon;
Factory floor pickings, from the Balloon factory,
Made a fantastic kite,
Run up on the sewing machine;
A last ditch attempt to take part
In 'family' oriented activity
In 'family' oriented activity
An indian summer of a day.
Beautifully clear, kite flying perfection.
Happiness shared - a proper family outing.
Strains on the kite string, taught and singing
Flapping uncertainly and then soars,
Higher and higher.
A kite soaring free into the blue.
Freedom, until wound back in.
Wound back in and encased.
Ready for another sojourn.
But, instead it flies still whilst I walk.
Obedient on the lead behind me.
Until it meets its fate;
Becomes entangled in branches.
String becoming tighter still.
Until it just snapped!
A free kite now
Free, but completely alone.
I find your poetry somewhat strange, you seem to be trying to echo the works of wordsworth with a modern twist but sadly failing.
ReplyDeleteExcessive use of exclamation marks is rather shoddy and is best avoided, but you have not, so far, shown sufficient word-skills to avoid it's rather cliched use.
Your works are rather morose and backward thinking and it seems all your relationships are dire and negative. I'd prefer to see more forward thinking and uplifting work, it's all rather a contrast to the more chatty (and very off-putting) feed from twitter that also resides on this page.
Noel
Thank you for your contribution
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