Swan Like

I’m paper

–thusly stationary–

but long to fly

) no aviary (

to limit flight

but wild and free

as uncaged bird is what I’d be…


my first attempt

to Wright

went wrong

I rolled in spit

–and shot through straw–

and took a hit

when backdraft blew,

that spitwad back

in lieu of flew…


on second flight

I fared no better,

becoming kite

the size of letter

-head, but several excess tales

/// assured ///

that worded kite would fail…


I turned within

and puffed hot air!

hoping to set sail from there–

since sky lanterns can burn on high

but frilly me, was shy of fire

I tried so much!

no lie–the fax,

diminished me

to toned syntax,

and missing matter

messed the mark

no–faxing proved a disembark


of snail mail

I wasn’t fan

and fanning femme

was not my plan,


my disposition

\\ bent like hell //

and still


from blotter to a soaring swan–

eluded me

‘til polly-gone


–of fan I made

but would not hold,

inspired what was final fold

and taking on a brand new hobby,

I taught myself to origami

pleating in a new-learned crease

–a doubled over, time release–

changed paper me

to quilly flier


(note to self)

paste Post-its higher…

About Charron's Chatter

I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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