Once I Felt Like a Sky Hungry Kite
I still don’t know how
I feel today ..
But I do know, I once
felt like a magnificent,
sky hungry kite ..
That is, until you chose
to eclipse me
and then your shadow
blocked out,
every ounce of my light ..
Now I stumble around in
the darkness
feeling my way forward
a bit at a time
searching for morsels to eat ..
But I doubt very much like
the phoenix,
either resurrection, rebirth
or revival will
remain on the menu all week ..
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Oh to be in flight! The kite 🪁 was designed to be🙏🏻🕊️
Thank you arqios .. Neville
You’re very welcome Neville🙏🏻🕊️for some reason, whenever your full first name is used, ‘prime minister’ pops up in the back of my mind 🕊️
Child's toy or bird was the first question. You are playing with my mind again Neville. Love the line (sky hungry kite) I envision it taking bits out of the sky The eclipse and the shadow now starve me in metaphor. Here I stumble around looking for explanation and indeed in this one you have eclipsed me and left me in shadow and yes I doubt there will be any resurrection soon. This is full of too many possibilities my friend you have got me. It could even be seen as a plus eighteen if you want to push it that far.
Five out of four aint bad now is it .. well done you Sir sorenbarrett & thanks for giving it everything .. Neville
A fine metaphorical write Neville. Our skies are often frequented by red kites and magnificent they are too. A few days ago they were swooping down on the flat roof of our garage. Most unusual as they are carrion birds. There was plenty of bread and other birds there, quite a disturbance. I also thought of childhood and kite flying. I travelled with your words which can be read many ways, but unmistakably with an air of darkness. Light and shadow, always much to think about. Lovely.
Thank you for swooping in on this one & considering it in such detail Cassie .. I love watching our relatively only recent reintroduced red tailed kites, particularly when they tumble which is such a magnificent display .. They have not reached my neck of the woods yet in any real numbers but I did see two here last year directly over the field behind my outbuildings .. All Good Things, Neville
They are beautiful in flight and I hope very much that you get to see them again in your neck of the woods Quite common where we are. I also hope that your mood lifts. That was not lost to me. All good things to you too Neville.
Hopefully the menu will change, this one a real mind teaser which made it even more enjoyable to read
it being a seasonal menu, I am optimistic that spring will bring with it something refreshing, tasty and new .. many thanks PL .. Neville
You are very welcome
I can relate to this. The feeling of once wanting to soar, to fly...but life has beaten and weathered one down to the point of limply stumbling, or chaotically skipping along the ground as one tries to haphazardly take flight with little ability, let alone desire, to soar anymore. That, at least, is what I got out of it, anywho. Well done, my friend. ❤️
Thanks Tristan I am delighted you could read between the lines my friend .. Cheers .. Neville
Cheers! 🍻
In the rarer instances where a kite was my vehicle, dipping, diving, soaring, flying, the heavier motions of pride and greed were lost to the higher regions of purer air whose essence knew not such base notions. That was also the occasion where my newly acquired baby doll had her face totally squashed in while my back was turned, by the heat of the sun, allegedly, and after that I only remember the subsequent amusement of too many years later when the minor truths rectified that in style. Your characteristic rendering so charmingly culling these same sensations, tis regrettable the Phoenix won't remain on the menu indefinitely. Intriguing with excellent imagery and a haunting poignancy, thank you for sharing.
If you keep going like this Missy then 2025 is surely gonna be a year to remember fondly .. bless you my friend .. Neville
Hahaha. Always a pleasure to bandy words with you and indulge in your creations.
Excellent write Nevilie
Well I neva .. Cheers buddy .. Neville
You're welcome
Good write N.
Thank you Orchidee
Superb work.. Here in Clear Lake, they have a kite festival every winter on the frozen lake. Fly high, my friend.
Thanks Thomas it seems the term kite is responsible for a variety of of poetic interpretations around this globe of ours .. I quite like yours and fancy a ticket to the festivities you refer to .. Regards Neville
Revival will be there Neville and you will fly in the glorious blue sky once more.
Andy
I'm thinking of going by cruise liner but thanks for giving me the thumbs up .. Neville
the phoenix will rise, and you will survive - after every fall, one is able to spring back, and fly high if the determination is there
a touching masterpiece - liked it
Thanks for visiting and such a kind comment NafisaSB .. Kindest regards, Neville
you are always welcome. i do enjoy reading your poems - so many of them make me sit up and think
Simply loved it!
Muchly appreciated my friend .. thank you .. Neville
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