Sunday, September 23, 2012

Daddy's Kite


Ties tear fast,
clenched tight
between your teeth;

the precision rip,
a gratifying
naughty thing.

My fingers press
the raggy stoic knots,
aerodynamic in design.

Never mind the string ―
the tail drags
to our undoing,

so heavy in perfection.


tk, September 2012



Flying Down, 2006, by David Salle

42 comments:

  1. I always left the tail off to insure a safe take off!!
    rel

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  2. haha a bit of a surreal pic and verse...but fun though...makes me smile on the tail dragging....nice action in this as well...the ripping with teeth...

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  3. My recent exploits have been decidedly unsuccessful; grandsons disappointed!

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  4. love the tearing..ripping....and raggy...in just that mood....!!x

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  5. Sad thing about kites, they have to come back to Earth sooner or later... Bit like that dead duck! :)

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  6. Love the swirl as a ravel and the string throughout. How clever to think of kites.

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  7. loved the "raggy stoic knots"

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  8. Brava-- elegant diction-- always a wonderful to see you lead the charge. xxxj

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  9. Indeed heavy in perfecting the image in words...
    Hugs xoxo

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  10. Haven't flown a kite for years - this brought it all back.

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  11. High flying kites ~ nice twist on Flying Down ...

    (love that flickr pic!)

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  12. The kite, the kite, the kite...

    I never mastered kites :( and I tried hard. Paper airplanes too. I remember my bed covered with try after try. They never flew as I wanted even when they did fly.

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  13. Love the 2nd stanza...I'm airborne over this!! Lovely..

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  14. Captivatingly fresh and flighty read, Tess! Loved it!

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  15. Kite flying is a healthy pastime. Freedom in the open! Nice write Tess!

    Hank

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  16. Fly! Now chase it little girl!
    Let it take you aloft!

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  17. I never could really get any kites to fly. I'm not sure what I was doing wrong! I love this piece.

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  18. There are layers here that I quite like. Surreal and engaging, I dig it.

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  19. Wonderful, Tess. The last bit is heavy indeed. My relationship with my father is complex, and this touches some deep feeling.

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  20. "...the precision rip,
    a gratifying
    naughty thing"

    I know that feeling.

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  21. Clever write Tess and beautifully written too.

    Anna :o]

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  22. Yes, the kite picture... I get that, but what tail are you talking about? :-)

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  23. You certainly were flying a kite with this one.

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  24. Good tale for a true tail! Ha ha I must be punchy- thank you for the prompt and hosting!

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  25. I never could get a kite to fly - wrong wrist action, maybe ;-)

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  26. Evokes wonderful memories of treasured moments with Daddy - except when we watched it fly out to sea!

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  27. Like the "tie" between neckties and kites. Many similarities between the two. But the biggest difference is that neckties seem stiff and rigid, as you write. But kites represent freedom. We have to let go of the tail to let it fly free. Kites remind me of spring and new beginnings.

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  28. another good one from Willow Manor Tess....thanks for sharing your words again....and of course the prompt

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  29. Dreamy memories of our halcyon days of childhood. A nice metaphor for the artwork, Tess. Thank you for sharing. =D

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  30. Tail dragging eh? Tess you will chuckle when you read my piece. I love the fluidity of this poem and the places that it takes me.

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  31. There is a whole lot of stuff floating across his painting, and your crafty words seem to tightly tie them all up, just perfectly!

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  32. Tessa...such a great one here...thankyou ...love it!

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  33. Like Athene dlying a kite with Zeus eh? , interesting they are diamond shaped, a girls best friend

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  34. This is surreal, but I like it. It's a very creative look at breaking free.

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  35. A precision rip is no easy task...a lovely, lively piece.

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  36. I tasted that first stanza. So much strength, passion, and desperation. A feeling that says I will hold on to you even if it hurts.

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