Gigantic dragons with long tails
Orange and green crepe contrails
Flying majestically in the wind
Leveling out high above
Yet weaving on currents depend
Attracting attention from everyone
Keeping youngsters fascinated
Imagination in flight
Things that are animated
Entertaining delight.
Written April 6, 2022
Free
graceful
heavenly
In the air, not
Jailed
Kids
loves the
melody
Nature's circle
Old
29/03/2019
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Let's get a kite and make it fly.
Catch the wind, up in the sky.
It must be bright, easy to see.
The shape, what should it be?
A butterfly, with a colorful tail?
Or a boat, that would appear to sail?
How about a bird, with enormous wings,
with a handle and sturdy strings?
We will let it go on the beach.
But slowly, at first keeping it within reach.
Hope for an island wind, ocean or bay.
Then let it go, come what may.
This was something that you wanted to do
I thought it might be fun, I wanted in on it too.
We watched as that bird took flight.
Watching it soar, but keeping it in sight.
It would, dip, spin, dance in the air.
We wanted to join in, to dance up there.
The beautiful kite in the air was a sight to see.
Our bird was flying, wild and free!
Just the two of us standing in the sand.
Two not so young women, with bird in hand.
We had fun, and a little more,
watching that kite rise above the shore.
That "freebird" had shown us what it was to be free.
So "go fly a kite, was all we had hoped it would be.
This is the season
For flying a kite.
Succumb to the wind
And indulge in delight.
Release enough string
So it rises with ease
And watch how it dances
And dips in the breeze.
With tail all a’flutter,
It tugs at its tether
To frolic with glee
In this blustery weather.
I don’t understand
In the midst of a fight,
Why someone will tell you
To go fly a kite.
It’s meant as an insult,
To vex and annoy,
But kite-flying always
Engenders such joy.
I guess some expressions
Fall far out of style,
For flying a kite
Is a path to a smile.
For Gwendolen Rix's "Lets Go Fly a Kite" contest
Thanks to Andrea Dietrich for being an inspiration and a kindred spirit.
Stifled in this spin of bight
Tongue undone in sudden fright
cannot scream claws holding tight
To twist and stomp with all my might
What is this sorry bloody sight?
So slippery slime that yet can bite
If one could stretch to such a height
to burst though stone and see the light
It's midnight moonless clouded night
an empty graveyard sees my plight
And shudders for this can't be right