Thursday, September 19, 2013

Poem for Thought

Man paces the beach
rounded calves of
pale freckled skin

Perhaps unaccustomed to
sun exposure


He flies a kite with casual ease
a nonchalance only gained
from endless practice

He keeps the kite
on a short leash

Simple blue diamond  it hovers
silently persistent
got a monkey on your back?
walk circles to shrug it off


He treads without alarm or tension
Familiar with this friendly presence
kite peering over shoulder

His soul on a string

The above is an untitled poem by Fiona Clifford