The Kite

The string in this poem represents the restrictions of society, which are more helpful than most people realize.

The kite soars soundly through the sky

So far above the deadly ground.

It flies, it flies, it flies so high.

 

It looks above and wonders why

Within itself, without a sound,

Its string restricts it from the sky.

 

“If this was only cut, then my

Potential would be finally found.

I’d fly, I’d fly, I’d fly so high!”

 

It knows if it could only try

To reach the clouds, so white and round,

Its altitude would magnify.

 

The string is broken.  No comply

From wind, the poor kite plummets down

And as it falls, it starts to cry:

 

“If I had just held on to my

Dear string, I would be safe and sound.

But now, but now I’m going to die!

I flew, I flew, I flew so high!”

Reviews

[C.]

Wonderful, Truman! This one was a pleasant surprise. The beat of the thing was perfect, and the implicit analogy to the story of Icarus is stimulating as well. A beautiful way to blend the lessons of the old with the symbols of the new. Loved your creative decision to give the kite a voice--it supplemented the childish feel of the piece, but didn't sacrifice any of its integrity. Very well done.

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

excellent metaphor~ I think the democratic form of governing has the best balance between societal restrictions and freedoms~ not that all citizens abide by the constraints which is where the grey areas crop up~