(Painting by Bui Suoi Hoa - 'Blue Kite' )my broken umbrella spins
turns into a teenage hyper kite
the music starts when I loosen the line
why need to leave behind something,
why prove that I too have passed
along the meadows trying
to improve, rectify, modify something
well even rain leaves
its stain on the ground, smell in the air
and sunny kite days
change our skin colors
then why not
stand on an invisible pedestal
say and justify something
letting
the line slip through
my fingers
the line slip through
my fingers
2 comments:
Your poetry just keeps getting better and better. Over the years I have been reading your blog it has been an absolute delight seeing into your mind, so intelligent, gracious, alive, funny and wise. You are a truly remarkable and wonderful human, Sherifa.
Don't know what to say Paul...you are unique!
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