A Lone Kite

A Poem by VMnM7

I think we all need to rise.

After having my fill of the persistent, static noise.

With a void,

I retired to my balcony.

The blue expanse,

comprehending my despair,

mutated to a melancholy shade of grey.

An earthly breeze,

as if trying to lift my cheeks,

turned my eyes,

to a distant minute entity.

I constricted my eyelids,

to capture its capricious motion.

A lone kite,

tied to an ethereal thread.

Which was pulled and let loose,

by stern invisible hands.

As if summoning the sky to a brawl,

with undeterred determination,

a lone kite ascended.

But the unscrupulous grey expanse,

shoved it back.

It rose, it fell. It rose, it fell.

We rose, we fell. We rose, we fell.

Exasperated from the pendulum like motion,

it descended a little,

amassing all its might.

A final pull from the stern patient hands.

And there it rose,

through the shady expanse,

so did my cheeks.

Dissipating the diabolical clouds,

it stood before the sun,

scattering its radiance.

Tinting the expanse with a bright hue of blue,

with twinkles of pink.

As a congenial glow encapsulated my despair,

I retorted with uplifted cheeks,

to my capricious companion.

And retreated to a realm,

where through the melancholy expanse,

I still had to rise.

© 2020 VMnM7

Author's Note

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barleygirl

One side of my mind was skimming along on the high points of your stunning imagery of kite-flying (could picture the "pendulum" way kites swoop! many excellent descriptions!) And the other side was taking in the depth of your powerful feeling-interpretations of the kite-flying motif. That juxtaposition (floaty kites interpreted with heavy meanings) was done in such an interesting way, there was no way I could seek some preconceived idea about what seeing a kite might do to one's mindset or trajectory -- all unpredictable, just like the kite swooping itself (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie