The singular joy of being in the moment, where nothing else matters and all is right with the universe…pure bliss. What a wonderful poem, and the imagery brings back memories of childhood and kites and wide blue farm skies. Magical stuff, Aaysid (as always). 🙂
Outrageously Erratic 
The singular joy of being in the moment, where nothing else matters and all is right with the universe…pure bliss. What a wonderful poem, and the imagery brings back memories of childhood and kites and wide blue farm skies. Magical stuff, Aaysid (as always). 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Mike. I am so glad that you liked it. 😊 The “wide blue farm skies” sound lovely! 😊
LikeLiked by 1 person
mineral blue
LikeLiked by 1 person
😊✨️
LikeLike
A lovely feel in your poem to enjoy life in the moment and stay present. Love the imagery Aaysid! 💞
LikeLiked by 1 person
I am so happy that you liked it. Thank you, Cindy.😊💖
LikeLike
A wonderfully creative metaphor! Also, a reminder of how perfectly simplistic and meditative flying a kite can be. Nicely done, Aaysid. 🪁
LikeLike
I agree. Flying a kite can be therapeutic. Thank you so much, Michele.😊💖
LikeLiked by 1 person
😊🪁💗
LikeLiked by 1 person
Beauiful poem Aaysid! Wonderful imagery too! And I love the thought of enjoying the moment even it is going to come crashing down!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so much for your kind words, Dominic.😊
LikeLiked by 1 person
My pleasure Aaysid!
LikeLiked by 1 person