There pegged the eyes on the paper keel
backwards running to get it at the air
hand-over-hand loosening the line to pull the kite aloft,
back again, pulling in on the line a bit of tension to provide
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The kite flying high enjoying the freedom in the control of reins by expert hands.A metamorphic poem.Enjoyed the presentation. Thank you for sharing
I hoped that readers would see indeed its metaphorical and allegoric meaning.Pleased that you saw it.Thank you so much.
Any suggestion for a better wording, or amendments of expressions, will be with pleasure accepted.
This brings back memories. I used to make my own kites as a child. Using old newspapers, twigs from trees, string, and rags to make the tail, I created kites of various shapes and sizes. Getting them launched successfully was a thrill and watching them shrink to mere dots as they soared hundreds of feet high, gave me a thrill and perspective. That same thrill and perspective permeate my life today when my mind soars with new discoveries.
To that thrill and perspective hints the poem.You caught it, dear Kelly. Seeing your comment now, it is like I have written to cover your case.Thank you my dear.