An ironic poem written as an assignment for Lesson 1 of SWPoet's workshop. |
Assignment for Lesson 1 of SWPoet 's poetry workshop:
Version 1 Bound and Stretched The kite I closely hold will fly up high from string bound to the earth, stretched to the sky. And when I loosen it the wind will pull the line, securely taut, creating lull. The kite that I will fly might coast or fall. The wind, breath of the sky, determines all. But mostly what I need is just to see a lonely kite demanding to be free. Version 2 Bound and Stretched The kite I closely hold will fly up high from string bound to the earth, stretched to the sky. And when I loosen it the wind will pull the line, securely taut, creating lull. The kite that I will fly might coast or fall. The wind, breath of the sky, determines all. But mostly what I need is just to see a lonely kite demanding to be free. Version 3 Bound and Stretched The kite I closely hold will fly up high from string bound to the earth, stretched to the sky. And when I loosen it the wind will pull the line, securely taut, creating lull. The kite that I will fly might coast or fall. The wind, breath of the sky, determines all. But mostly what I need is just to see a lonely kite demanding to be free. Version 4 Bound and Stretched The kite I closely hold will fly up high from string bound to the earth, stretched to the sky. And when I loosen it the wind will pull the line, securely taut, creating lull. The kite that I will fly might coast or fall. The wind, breath of the sky, determines all. But mostly what I need is just to see a lonely kite demanding to be free. SWPoet, I believe Version 1 best suits this one. |