Linda

POETRY IS WHAT THE SOULS OF THE ANCIENTS SPEAK TO THOSE STILL SEEKING WHAT IS MOST BEAUTIFUL IN THE WORLD. FROM: LINDA

Sunday, November 29, 2020

 Thank you to Glory Sasikala of GloMag for publishing my poem in the November issue.

https://glomaglib.blogspot.com/…/…/glomag-november-2020.html




















Kite’s Eye


The dimming of those strange stars brings the day,

as our own familiar orb slowly advances upwards like a kite,

her string let out gently by an unknown hand,

her periphery disturbed only by fire’s touch.

Yet one day she’ll be old and lame,

getting up will be harder,

the dimensions of that kite having shrunk,

her morning’s eye turned cloudy,

that same eye turning back toward our sphere

without ever again looking at us.

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