A
kite
cobra
hisses
on high
sky.
To flight or to fight
-In such height –
The gusty wind, the hot daylight,
Snake charmer below, quite right,
Birds that fly mimicking with delight
Or to freely, with arms open, try,
While flirting rosy clouds, to fly
-In blue sky-
And gleefully cry
With no sigh
Are What he can try.
He does fly
Terribly
High,
So
He chooses to fly
-In blue sky-
With delight,
To the tune
Of kite
charmer
who pulls
the
long,
tiny
end
of
his
tail
..
.
Copyright © September 12, 2020, Newton Ranaweera
Image source: Pixabay

Kites and the memories!! love it
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Thank you so much for this great comment!!
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Love the precision of this shape poem. Fantastic structure and use of words 🔥❤
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Thank you so much, Joel, for this immensely great comment!!
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Very creative!!
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Thank you so much, Michelle, for this lovely comment!!
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Awesome 👌
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Thank you so much, Dulcy, for this sweet comment!!
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Brilliant entrance! To think that only once in our life we will see Halley’s Comet, every 76 years, and others will take 200 years to orbit between the planets. How to understand people who lose sight of their magnificence and splendor, even knowing that some of them disintegrate into meteorites or cosmic dust. Let’s remember C / 2020 M3 ATLAS, November 2020. Kind regards.
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Thank you so much for this tremendously great comment!!
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Very cleverly expressed
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You’re very welcome
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Beautiful poem! You’ve definitely brought back memories of my childhood and flying my very first kite!
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Thank you so much, cheriewhite, for this immensely lovely comment!!
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You’re very welcome! 🙂
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
A KITE HOLDER WITH SOME SKIN IN THE GAME? GREAT POEM IN WORDS—-AND FORM!
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