Kites Still Fly (Ottava rima stanza poem)

Carefree paper kites soar with childhood dreams,
Still in my mind a distant merriment.
Echoes of our laughter and glee it seems,
Return with their lost mirth and enchantment.
Kites flying so free with innocent whims,
Against the wind they play in contentment.
Tender images of our jovial days
A time when our world was not tinged with grays.

Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~8.23.14
Artwork: :  "Sarangola ni Jacob" by ystrapilipina.deviantart.com

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Ottava Rima can be defined as:
"A poetry form in which a poem is written in 8-line octaves.
Each line consists of 10 or 11 syllables and follows a rhyme scheme
of abababcc."

Reviews

[Pax]

this reminds me of how a simple memory of the kite, brings our childhood free spirited innocence... on how we are not yet corrupted by mere reality and its grayish aura... such wonderful work, here, my friend...