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About This Author
 Writing poetry allows me to exercise my imagination and share it with others. I strive to write for the benefit of the reader using carnival fun mirror images of my life's experiences.
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| Kites adorn the atmosphere, They fly high though tethered here, Distance makes them disappear, Do they feel the pain of fear? If kites fear to fly too high, Why do they identify, As a toy, do they comply, With peer pressure we supply? If kites don't find what they seek, If they learned, like me, to freak, At altitude, would they speak, In truths masked by tongue in cheek? |
