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Petunia's First Flight A bob, dip, curtsy, then a swift uplift from a wind draft. My thumb on the string, I watch the soaring might of my hand-made kite, Petunia. Two balloons released for good luck pre-kite flight and I admire the verve and pluck of my purple flyer. A five- feet tail, beribboned in the same shade, trails like the end of a parade. My Petunia is a singing shadow in the sky and I ease more string to conjure her higher. Alone, I embrace the sweet moment, having left work early for stolen time with my flower-power flyer. I feel refreshed, renewed, filled with an elan of purple hue. A change of pace-- to lessen the stress in my days and as I up-gaze, rave reviews for the brave Petunia. |
Additional Notes:
My inner child is alive and well.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Thomas H. Smihula On Date: 2003-09-05 09:25:39
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.14444
Love the uplifting feel of this first stanza you have me flying a kite next to you. What could my kite have instead of having ribbons as the tail...all I can think of is baseball cards...lol. Now for the depth of the poem that you have given this reader, the need to release the pressures of life, to change the pace and reflect on that which is important, to recall what we learned as children. Funny how we always come back no matter what age. Another excellent poem Mell. How can I make any suggestions to a poem that brings me back into the importance of getting away. Great presentation with thought within this one and structure I wouldn't change 4 stanzas equal in length followed by the purpose. Thanks again for sharing. Tom