24/11/2016 0 Comments My poem, 'Kite Flying.'Kite Flying Like a paper kite I am blown away Grasping for the guidelines Becoming more tenuous Not soaring, but drifting on a malevolent breeze It’s a matter of perspective! The earth is flat and the sky is grey. Higher and higher into the blurry-eyed day Gasping for air now Becoming harder to breath Not trying, but heading for oblivion It’s a matter of perspective! There is a God and I’m going His way. But then a kindly breeze catches my drift And having no moorings can mean Being more free Not dying, but gliding on fledgling wings It’s a matter of perspective! The rock and the hard place are losing their sway.
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