One Kite Poem by Ernestine Northover
One Kite
I watched a paper kite in colours dressed,
go climbing high into the clear warm air.
It soared way up, and as it so progressed,
my whole mind very soon became aware,
of feelings, so downhearted and depressed,
that suddenly I started to compare,
my staid and stagnant life, which had compressed
into a nonentity,
with that of my quite perfect love affair,
now gone forever.
My spirit was possessed
with such a lightness,
that I felt no more despair,
for life was opened wide to me, and blessed,
by a confidence, that was so extraordinaire.
One kite had lifted up my soul and had impressed
on me, to stand four-square,
and take the chance and no longer be suppressed,
but fly with the wind, just like a solitaire.*
* A solitaire is a mainly grey American songbird of the thrush family.
© Ernestine Northover
Beautiful poem of despair soaring into hope.....written so well. Love, TO
This is a lovely piece Ernestine. I'm glad that you explained that solitaire was a bird as I was thinking of the game! (lol) Love, Andrew xx
Another poem full of lift that leaves those still on the ground with open mouths in awe Love duncan X
flowing structure, description and subject. marvelous introspection. -Tailor
This is really lovely, Ernestine. The spirit of this poem soars like that kite. Raynette
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 8:47:14 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Excellent Ernestine, I see you have lost none of your touch, this flows very well, much enjoyed.