Ketki
Sunday mornings and flying the kites
Diamond frame interact with winds,
Flinty strings and stroking eyes,
Pristine sky far from sun
Worries flash and ebb,
Enthralling air
A blessing !
Time flies,
Wow !
*The poem is a Nonet.It contains specific, descending syllable counts. The first line contains nine syllables, the second line contains eight, the third line contains seven, and so on. The last line of nonet poetry contains one syllable.
Picture -Ketki Jalan
Such a good time to read around the kit flying days… I like the way you put poetrys with different forms..
Learning as well from you
Thank you so much Dear Fatema.We all learn from each other😊💚.We all have memories of kite flying.
lovely poem. Makar Sankranti is around.. sound nostalgic for kites.
Thank you so much 💚😊
Almost wrote one on kites. This is a beautiful one..
Thank you so much Maam
Lovely poem, Ketki. 💚💚💚And, an artistic poetry form.
Thank you so much Moonmoon
Superb Ketki
Thank you so much Kirti
Lovely. Love your drawings. Amazing they are
Thank you so much Gowri
Rings back sankranti memories💚💚
Yes Sonali.Sankranti feels.Thank you so much
Enjoyed flying kites with you
Thank you so much maam
Well written!
Loved your take on the Nonet!
Thank you so much di