on the wings of a kite
the child within explores
a suppressed reality
hands as fragile as a kite string
reach for the barely perceptible
held close, embraced
identity exceeds expectations
drawn ever closer
the wings of a kite soar
This poem is inspired by A Glittering Piece of the Real Self, a blog from Steve Tanham.
Images source: pixabay.com/cocoparisienne
Who I Am
This moment is, but is not
who I am. A poet finds magic
in the beat of a heron’s wing
and both joy and sorrow
in a setting sun. Rising mid-night
to check on a daughter’s well being
is a part of fatherhood, as is finding perfection
in one’s child. Being driven to provide,
I know I have delivered. Taking fifty photos
of an iris in bloom is merely an appreciation
for beauty. All of nature is perfection,
whether on a coral reef or a backwoods trail,
and I have recognized it. Knowing
true friendship is as important as returning it,
in kind. Offering to others what one
would have for oneself is a given.
Given a choice of any one of these,
I choose all. That is who I am.
This poem is my response to MTB: I am, The First Person Narrative, from Grace at dVerse Poets Pub, with the prompt to write “to the First Person Narrative,
using ‘I am’ as part of our poem.”
I may have retired from a career of handling and delivering freight,
but I have not retired from any other aspect of this.
acceptance of self
as facets evolve
within expression of self
pride in attributes
This haiku couplet is in response to Haiku Review Challenge by The Secret Keeper. The short film offered for review is An Interview with Andrew Scott, found on Vimeo.