Thursday, August 21, 2014

Kites

Higher into the inviting sky,
I am carried by the winds
Climbing, ascending, reaching,
In a glint of dazzling colour...
But someone holds the string
That anchors me to the ground,
And keeps me safe
Yet fettered.

The winds, they pull,
Then push and shove
And try to whisk me away
To places unknown, undiscovered...
But the cord holds firm
And while I'm secretly glad,
I wish for just one moment
That I could fly away.

Friday, February 14, 2014

Almost


you and I,
         always almost.
again
   and again.
          never nothing
          never something
  but never again.


(From the poem 'Almost' by DK)
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