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Climbing the Kite String

by Kristina Woodhill



talking
telling
touting
tittle-tattle
tales

stepping them up
like Jacob's Ladder
without the god

incredible,
amazing,
best
of
the
best


claims
built
atop
another
raising
the
pitch

a fork of a voice
punctures any
cautious cloud
with a conscience

pushing aside
northern lights'
nebulous, flowing
sensuous nature

no way to cop a feel,
brag creator-ship
of gaseous particles
making love to solar winds

shooting stars
are inconsequential blips

one stays away
from any truth
that might burn
grasping fingers

revealing
their guiding
goal

seeking
superlative
sky scraping
self-serving
statusphere

08/17/2019

Posted on 08/17/2019
Copyright © 2019 Kristina Woodhill

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/18/19 at 06:56 PM

Kristina, as a former kite flyer, really enjoyed this piece and the varying alliteration throughout.

Posted by Laura Doom on 09/11/19 at 11:18 PM

Statusphere - a delicious touch of creativity. I seem to remember you having written about kites previously - was it related to your time in Afghanistan? Anyway, reminds me that poetry, in the right hands, tends to be a metaphor for anything and everything.

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