Poetry Sunday: Attention Please
I went searching for another poem that I wanted to feature today and I stumbled across this one. It stopped me in my tracks. I loved the imagery of it - becoming a kite and being carried like a scrap of paper in the wind. And so I ended my search and decided to save that other poem for another day.
Sometimes I feel like that kite when I read: floating above it all where personal desires and despairs matter less. Good poem.ReplyDelete
I like it! As one grows older one feels like that kite sometimes.ReplyDelete
Indeed. One feels the tug of that distant string.Delete
Enjoyed this. Thank you for sharing.ReplyDelete
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