Maybe Some Day

A mesh of fabrics woven together

once flown high above

our lush expanse of earth;

framed in sunshine,

and the deepest sky blue.

High winds toss, tear, torment, and torture

the tattered remains.

How foolish to weave

with dreams

that which I hold dear;

no hem is kept with love, or hope, or words.

I’m just no good

at building kites.

 

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/4b4ue1/the_only_life_left_in_me/d165joa

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/4b1lso/every_crowd_is_boring_if_when_i_laugh_i_dont_look/d165f19

 

Edit:

An Explanation?!

 

A mesh of fabrics woven together (sweet)

once flown high above (even better)

our lush expanse of earth; (getting corny?)

framed in sunshine, (yes)

and the deepest sky blue. (dedication)

High winds toss, tear, torment, and torture (he knows alliteration?!)

the tattered remains. (he does!)

How foolish to weave (getting deep)

with dreams (yes)

that which I hold dear; (ouch!)

no hem is kept with love, or hope, or words. (ok?)

I’m just no good (?)

at building kites. (Shit)

 

Edit over/