Air
Atoms move freely
Spreading through the atmosphere
In the air we breathe.
Made up of gases
Perfect for living on earth
Life sustainable.
While invisible
It takes up space, has volume
And exerts pressure.
Flying a toy kite
A child’s idea of fun
In the wind it flies.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Comments (1)
Awesome , I love how you used kite in the poem.
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