How will I fly
my kite
whooshing in the darkness of this mid night
All illusory power, have
taken a murkey look
Neither is gives inking
about its thunder, nor rumbles
about the wherewithal of an empty space
I am stranded between the two ends –
Who holds the string between my fingers, and
for whom am I turning the thread wheel
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
A fine imagistic and metaphorical piece working on two levels of meaning.
So much thanks dear Parneet Jaggi for your precious comment. Regards
For the reader who is unfamiliar with this author’s works,each poem is a circumnavigation of the existential ocean of meaning.
An existential conundrum so beautifully expressed.
Wonderful write up