High as a Kite

[Corneac]

Why can’t I be content with what I have,
A love to love me,
a job to hold me,
a mind to feed me,
and poetry to need me-

but like a like a kite not flying,
pegged to the backyard steps,
I’m dancing on the wind, as I do,
but only as far as the fishing line bends,

Let me go, if only up to the sky,
So my eyes don’t level off the blackberry thorns,
to where I’m caught, between the gate and fate-
that only reaches, and stares up north,

Keep me grounded, as need be,
but please, God forbid…I’m free
I always been, and I always will-
For the tighter you bind me
the more fierce the wind blow,
until you step out the back door,
expecting me a flitting, sitting duck,
you’ll see me, with naught to say goodbye,
the wind, my lover, flying me high,
to you, I’ll be a speck – all that’s left,
with my tail in my wake, and the sky at my feet,
there’ll be no question or why,
to hear you when you weep,

[CofeeBeanAddict]

I love this poem, it has some really deep meaning to it. The only thing i might suggest is that the last stanza be broken into 2 or 3 smaller ones. But that is just me. Keep writing, it's bloody Brilliant.

[MindsEye]

Very obscure imagery and wording... the piece as a a whole starts out strong. However, the abstact images and drifting dialouge diminish is strength towards the last stanza. The last stanza, as noted in the previous post, does tie things up well but division into at least two would be advisiable. I realize this free verse and flow of imagery may be intended to confuse as an artistic method possibly to mimic the subjects state of mind. So I do say this piece has its strengths and much more potential beyond its current incarnation. Great depth and vision.