[Critique Group 2] Leonard's comments on Alice's sub

[tuchyner5 at aol.com]

This is beautiful.  



I love the analogy 



and I believe there was actually a kite in yourchildhood. 



It seems at times, your faith is really tested, 



But you hang on to it.  



Is your faith based on religion or somethingelse.  



Is your faith like hope.    



I like the image of the tail writing in the sky.



I like the knots in the  tail being a mark  of when your faith was tested.  



This is like knots on a tree 



where each time the tree was tested and had toleave go of a limb. 



But  thatadds character to the tree. 



Where  would we be without character. 



Still, your faith is tested, 



but it carries you into the heavens. 



Masterful.



Alice sub for April 22




 



 



Like a child holds onto a thin, delicate kite string,



I hold onto faith.



At times, I watch the wind snatch my kite



and take my old kite of paper and fine woodaloft



swiftly into a Heavenly atmosphere.



What a glorious sight--



that kite, my faith suspended against a Hoosiersky,



then drifting, drifting, flying, flying--



While I still hold onto the thin, delicatestring.



 



Then, I look up and see the kite’s tail



writing cursive notes on the blue tableau.



Each scrap of material



with which I formed a knot



marks a point when my faith was tested.



 



I on the Earth;



kite tail on the azure sphere:



I gaze at the fifth knot from the top



and recall ”Peach,”--



yes, that is what her grandchildren called her--



but I called her Mrs. W.



One day, when I was fretting, worrying my best



about something I now cannot even recall,



Mrs. W., to whom I taught braille,



asked me as only she could,



“Girl, where’s your faith?”



 



Throughout the decades since our braille lessons



In her farmhouse with her husband and theirlittle dog,



I have heard echo in my head her words:



“Girl, where’s your faith?”



 



Now, I know:



My faith is the paper kite



flying above the field



in my Indiana hometown.



The ball of string unwinds



to a great and growing length



As I still hold on, hold on.



 



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Best wishes for the final nine days of NationalPoetry Month!



Happy Sunday Birthday, Brad!




 


Alice and Leader Dog Willow



 



4/21/22




 


 



 



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