The Kite

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A Thank You to all the people who ever helped me or anyone in needs.

A kite was let loose in the sky;
No string, no guide
To a destination of any kind.

Wind blew with all its might;
She danced up and down
Like a drunk out of her mind.

The frame began to part,
And the tail started to fall;
She, however, thought
There might be a hope
If she could continue to fly.

“But, it wasn’t easy!”
Sometimes you might hear her cry.

Still she had her wings spread,
And made her way straight;
‘Cause she believed
There was a hope
If she did not give up the flight.

She saw the rainbow gate,
And knew it was the way.

Now, the kite is dancing ballet
In the wildest sky,
No string, but with lots of guide
To make her spirit soared to an even greater height.

“Thanks, Guys!” she says.

Submitted: March 26, 2019

© Copyright 2020 Derina Penn. All rights reserved.

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Bert Broomberg

The kite is a good metaphor. Well done.

Wed, April 17th, 2019 3:41am


Thank you.

Wed, April 17th, 2019 6:26am

Prism Persona

Well done! I found it rather cheery at the end. We should always thank those who help us!

Sun, April 21st, 2019 1:02pm


Yes. I agree.

Sun, April 21st, 2019 8:07am

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