my kite tale
My kite tale
By marie gordon
Tugging a white string
I scampered through the weeds
Chasing a swift menace
As if wind had will
See how delicate
Those tiny toes splintered
Tumbling over sharp sticks
Smiling through the pain
Watching the kite fly
My plastic dream afloat
On God’s lofty blue sea
I could taste the rush
Begging for a breeze
Let my chariot rise
If God could lift the sky
A tad, it’d be great
Hold me little kite
And I’ll hold on to you
Lend me your bird’s eye view
And I’ll give you wings
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Ms. Gordon reappears after a long absence. what is interesting about her poetry, at least based on what she has shown us, is that the second parts of the poems are really much better than the first parts; in both this poem and the last one, she hits her stride after the middle of the poem, as if she needs to warm up, poetically speaking. The second half of the two poems are really good; she needs, perhaps, to get into the poem more quickly, and hit some of those wonderful metaphors and images at the beginning. The last two verses of this one and the previous one are superb , first class poetry. The challenge is to push that talent higher in the poem.