an ode to kite flying
they say the eyes never lie
or so says the minor poet
himself lost in his ways
subject to his own deception
fear not the casual whisper
capable of filtering
into a softly-felt crescendo
or so says the minor poet
birds throughout the ages
are subject to the winds
or so says the minor poet
teaching a child to fly
january two thousand twenty-four
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Good evening. I really enjoyed this poem. It made me reflect back when I flown kites when I was a kid. I want to feature this on my poetry corner. I will reblog your post and hopefully others will visit your page to read more of your works.
Thank you friend & poet. Peace to you & your family.
No worries at all. I enjoyed reading your poem. Peace to you and your family too.