Kite of Spirit-wind
the mention of Zambia lifts you
into currents of memory –
dancing, singing, preaching –
class ascends with you
the kite’s tail.
Breeze swoops you
in a prophetic direction:
“You have dreams,
abandon cynicism
let God have His way.”
We trail behind
not sure where this is going.
You reassure us, laughing:
“You’re in for the ride of your life!”
We descend,
spend last moments aloft
in prayer
then thump
onto earth again
drive home, eat lunch,
get back to work
dream of being kites ourselves
swooping, soaring
living dangerously
at Wind’s mercy.
Violet Nesdoly 
Thank-you, Violet, for the invitation. I knew it would entail a detour, and I knew I would not be sorry, in fact, that I would be enriched. I was so right in every case and I so gratefully am.
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beautiful flow…
life is a mix of ups and downs, sadness and happiness.
stay upbeat, you rock.
welcome to JP…
A++
🙂
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a nice tribute is how I read this…thanks for sharing this, Violet
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Really powerful words. I really liked the contrasts in your poem! Well done 🙂
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keep it up.
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Cheers.
Happy Writing..
xx
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