Occasional dry spells befall me, but I think I’m learning to take them in stride. The term “take in stride” is an idiom which alluded to a horse clearing an obstacle without checking its stride. (1900).
A few weeks ago, our local skies were adorned with colors and motion when the local kite festival drew hundreds of kite fliers from a wide area. This proved to be just the motivation I needed to write.
My muse woke from its slumber and I began to compose a poem. It was exhilarating to finally be writing again! Words began to tumble onto the page: an edit here and there as I went and it was done.
Initially, I had no idea where the piece was going, which is very often the case. I find the greatest joy in these journeys with my muse, and I, too, get to discover things unanticipated along the way.
With that in mind, I give you Tethers:
A few weeks ago, our local skies were adorned with colors and motion when the local kite festival drew hundreds of kite fliers from a wide area. This proved to be just the motivation I needed to write.
My muse woke from its slumber and I began to compose a poem. It was exhilarating to finally be writing again! Words began to tumble onto the page: an edit here and there as I went and it was done.
Initially, I had no idea where the piece was going, which is very often the case. I find the greatest joy in these journeys with my muse, and I, too, get to discover things unanticipated along the way.
With that in mind, I give you Tethers:
Tethers
I stole upon a lusty wind
To gain the Summer sky.
A slender tail
Sustained me well
As I began to climb.
Uplifted to fantastic heights
Yet higher still I sought
But, lo, my frame
Could nothing gain
No matter how I fought.
For from below the tether bold,
A simple length of string,
Restrains my urge
And every surge
Else I would wander free.
A snap and I am reeling hard,
Convulsively I spin.
Untethered I
Am wielded by
A juggernaut of wind.
Oh would that I were tethered now,
Complicit with the breeze.
It's where I ought
To be and not
Entangled in these trees.
I stole upon a lusty wind
To gain the Summer sky.
A slender tail
Sustained me well
As I began to climb.
Uplifted to fantastic heights
Yet higher still I sought
But, lo, my frame
Could nothing gain
No matter how I fought.
For from below the tether bold,
A simple length of string,
Restrains my urge
And every surge
Else I would wander free.
A snap and I am reeling hard,
Convulsively I spin.
Untethered I
Am wielded by
A juggernaut of wind.
Oh would that I were tethered now,
Complicit with the breeze.
It's where I ought
To be and not
Entangled in these trees.
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