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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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The season was wrong, the string too long, and I saw it was new, handmade in blue, imperfect in style but destined to fly beyond and above my inadequate view. Into the wind ran a young, friendly, boy over pebbles and stones and dusty potholes twisting and turning, bending the rules, unfinished with doubt and believing in life. Not humbled, he’s proud, extended he soars unrestrained by the tail of past history and he flew into life like a human in flight till landing at last in the form of a man. Today in the sand, a broken kite, little strands, lie scattered and spread beneath weary feet but I look up above – “What’s that in the sky?” and I ask, “Is it new, handmade in blue?” |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Helen....I really enjoy your poetry. It is so deep and wise. I think there will always be kites, as long as there is hope. Or is it, there will always be hope as long as there are kites? |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thank you so much, Martie. They say wisdom comes with age but, hell, I'd much rather be young again! |
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