Out On A Limb

This is a poem about a boy retrieving a kite from tree, as his little friend watches.

 

To press beyond what fear might lend
to not divide
yet stoutly bend,
for all the taunts
that come from him
I further crawl
to outward limb.

 

Crooked bough might surely break
a fall to earth
with one mistake,
yet still, what Newton came to preach
has placed the kite beyond my reach

 

Writhing, flat
and parallel
to a sidewalk where
I may have fell,
...had I not
at nine years old
been strong and lean
and surely bold.

 

My perch " it then
begins to crack
I’ve come this far
no turning back,
when, just as if I willed it there
the tail was floating
in the air.
The kite then moved
as wind demands
and floated up
to waiting hands…

 

 

...but all at once
my weight betrayed
and broke the branch
on which I laid.

 

The ground came rushing
up towards me,
then faith that comes
with bravery
(and Dreams to those who do believe)....

 

...So halfway down
where pain begins
arose a swift and magic wind,
and sure as boys will love to play
the kite and I
...just flew away-

...we simply, up
                 ...and flew away.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Jessica Gillitzer]

I further crawl to outward limb. i loved this line right off the get go. When the branch breaks I felt was something ever so understandable for anyone. I never saw the kite coming or the beauty in it's end. I always wished i had a kite or the faith if you will to fly.
this is beautiful
Jessie

[Penlight]

Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback. I'm glad it resonated for you.

[Jessica Gillitzer]

it did < 3

[Matt Millsaps]

Very vivid! Great world choice, and definitely painted a picture in my head! Keep up the good work!