a kite
with a severed string...
is what I am;
the wind's useful idiot,
d r i f t i n g
erratically
across the tempestuous sky,
losing all control...
make no mistake about that!
should I rise
with the morning sun
one day
and not see you
lying right next to me....
gee, I can't even imagine!
v u l g a r
just the thought of it!
you see,
you, my anchor
are the tethered string,
that gently reels me
d
o
w
n
from the evil winds that blow
in the loftiest of skies.
should I no longer have
your hand to hold,
no matter how you leave,
i'd be everything
to the gust of wind
and nothing
to myself.
i'd be however it wants me,
so please,
never do.
There was a house.
There is a house.
There was a kite.
There is a kite.
There was a clock.
There is a clock.
When I
dig the earth
with a spade,
the earth falls into
the spade’s memoir.
The spade falls into
the earth’s memoir.
In the pond nearby,
a blue water-lily
does not fall
into anything.
It
calls out to the kingfishers,
saying,
Come,
have some fish and go.
.................................KITE
up high
in the sky
with a trailing tail
floating without a care
in between the cotton clouds
"my dad's gift to me as a child"
(Podium 1st in Joseph May’s Clarity Pyramid Poem)
I grinned
good wind
clouds, white
red kite
fly high
blue sky
eye blink
kite shrink
winds make
string break
I sigh
goodbye
Blue butterflies ballet in my tummy
Forehead swimming with my mind
Eyes red I feel funny nose is runny
Tangerine tingles crawl up my spine
If it isn’t love then I must be ill
For anytime I see you I blush
And red heart does cartwheels
I can never say very much
Like a bright firefly my eyes
Light up at sight of you
Your gaze could make me high
As a kite in the sky blue
What is your secret is it Cupid
An arrow shot my mahogany way
I try not to say something stupid
That I’d ruby regret one day
Don’t even know if you’re taken
I’ve no neon nerve to inquire
That thought has heart breaking
Setting silver soul on fire
Perhaps Cupid is an amethyst ally
Who works his magic in reverse
Next ill say hi this warm July
And try to make small talk white words
It’s funny how I miss something
That I’ve never hazel had
But I’ll say this for sure one thing
Thought of love make me glad
So it’s a rainy day in summer
So glad to see you looking well
I’m single so that’s no bummer
Showers of love may cause a spell
A small blue kite was afraid to
fly high in the windy, blue sky.
His friend the gentle breeze
gave him a big, encouraging
push.
Soon, the kite was dancing
proudly above the tallest
trees in the park.
on the seashore
kite
kite
to fly a kite
feet touching the sand
a little
childish dream/
to touch the rainbow
to be buried
in the blue well
golden
dust
like an orange
round
in the village
to run
never stop
to run
to look into the eyes of the sea
to touch
7 colors
7 faces
7 words
hidden in his hand
a little
world
7 colors
7 faces
7 words
and a kite
a kite
flying
towards the rainbow
from my hands
from me
from my sea.
BY: Dilara Pinar ARIÇ
A kite in flight ~ what a sight
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
If sky is real, then so is wind --
a wind as friendly as a friend
that hardly anybody knows.
Wind, a friendly friend
does not hide behind a kite
but blows right through --
to lift it up and watch it soar.
Our strings are tethered
to this earthly earth --
a downward pull to keep
us down.
A tangled tangent now --
to each his own to own.
We are not helpless
in this helping state.
We'll all reach out
to hold each hand --
to be that friend,
a friendly wind
blowing through
to left each other up.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
March winds howl~
a child's lost kite tangled
in bare branches,
its dangling tail whispering
secrets to the hungry earth.
coarse sand forms brown rills
hard scree, rock cleft trills
fine clouds frame red kite
string slack; old maid wills
“Do you want to fly a kite?”
My curious eyes said yes.
He took me to the rooftop,
handed me the spool —
and there it flew.
High in the sky,
almost invisible to our eyes.
The kite sought destiny
amidst the clouds,
while strong winds whispered
secrets it never knew.
Slowing down its pace,
descending from its height,
bringing an end
to its beautiful flight.
Now the kite clings to a branch
by the street, beside a blue ranch —
for kids to try grabbing it with glee,
for passing birds to see
and wonder
what the story could be
behind the kite
stuck on a tree.
Freedom is a birthright—
No one has the right
To tread on anyone’s foot
On the pretext
Of one’s own freedom.
Everyone has the freedom
To punch the air
Or swing one’s hand,
But that hand must
Stop short of others.
Like the kite we fly,
Freedom is conditional.
Kite flyers fight
To bring down
One another’s kite.
The powdered glass
On the twine
Sharpens the twine
To sever the kite
At the point of contact
Both try to cut off
The other's kite
By pulling the twine
Or by releasing more twine
To create friction
Finally, the winner
Severs the kite
Of the loser
And the severed kite
Glides down to the ground
Now, whose freedom
Is superior?
The one that is severed
And becomes absolutely free
But what if it falls to the ground?
Or, the one that is still
Tied to the twine,
The spool, and the kite flyer
But soars higher and higher
Into the sky?
Child without a care in the world
Ponytail held by red ribbon
Summer breeze toys with kite on string
AP: 1st place 2026, 3rd place 2026, 3rd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2026
By day I may feel
down at heel
at night I might
be high as a kite
the ups and downs
which keep on giving
make life interesting
and worth living
the alternative will arrive
in the fullness of time
but as I'm still alive
I'll thrive
and make my way
as best I can
while this poor planet
is messed up by man
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