Lullaby of Kite Stuck In a Tree

a moment to rejoice felt the slight high of swaying away
the tender breeze was all so cool singing a lullaby to me
i swung high and rotated low swinging away in glory

never knew when the drizzle so slow started to spray
me with awe
slowly i lost my flesh and identity drenching in the storm 
that stole my clothes and left me bare
here i stood like a skeleton hung with nothing 
but well spend momenst in thunder....sunkan
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Kannan Avatar
December 17, 2010 at 6:27 AM
thanku fabiyas, lovely poems i am still to navigate to more..thanku for being here with your comments..sunkan
M V Avatar
December 17, 2010 at 6:17 AM
This is profound write,Sundari.Very expreesive free verse.Thank you for commenting on my poems.
Gelb Avatar
December 16, 2010 at 3:58 PM
Thank you for comment to my poem. Nice.
Kannan Avatar
December 16, 2010 at 8:49 AM
thanku ram, this i wrote only after watching a kite swaying on my coconut tree and then suddenly i saw the drizzle start so all fell in place here in words...sunkan
Kannan Avatar
December 16, 2010 at 8:48 AM
Thanku carol happy to see you here dear friend hope your holidays have started...sunkan
Mehta Avatar
December 16, 2010 at 8:14 AM
Very unusual theme for the lullaby on the kite, 14th January being round the corner, sundari
Brown Avatar
December 16, 2010 at 5:09 AM
Enjoyed reading your wonderful poetry today Sundari. Love, Carol
Kannan Avatar
December 15, 2010 at 8:15 PM
thanku nette happy to see you here friend...sunkan
Onclaud Avatar
December 15, 2010 at 8:13 PM
how refreshing, sundari.. like a skeleton hung with nothing.. warmest, nette
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