Kite String by Jon Forceton

Thinking about writing short stories and poems around images. It may be time to put together a chap book with some new and old work like, Kite String.


Outer channel, open sea
crimson morning sky

Infernal black combustion
throbbing … gladly cut,
eternal windswept gas fumes pale,
breeze force fills the sail.

Troubles and the tethered life,
obscured on shrinking shore.

Fluid rocking firm acceleration,
fluent thought, revisit fresh
Refined reflections ebb and flow
above the restive depths.

All is wind blown, floating free
as if at kite string’s
distant soaring end…

… Too soon,
the kite string reels us back,
returned and yet, refreshed.
Truth, our life and loves ashore,
amid the motor’s roar.


~ by jmforceton on July 7, 2014.

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