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May 2, 2008

The Kiteflyer

Filed under: Family Ties,Humour — Porcupyn @ 3:00 pm

In honour of the couple of folks who read this blog, and who have recently showed off their poetry, I present my first piece. Is it a haiku, is it a kaiku, or a sonnet or a ballad? You decide.

Kite flyer.
Became (after) kite runner.
Kite won. 😦



  1. beyond the grasp of my small brain..


    Comment by sundar narayanan — May 3, 2008 @ 11:23 pm | Reply

  2. Sundar:

    Well, I don’t know what you refer to – whether the poem or the question. I hope the latter, which I cannot really help you with!

    My point in writing the poem was to express what happened Thursday evening in as few words as possible, without the (very justifiable) self flagellation.

    Comment by porcupyn — May 4, 2008 @ 9:22 pm | Reply

  3. Twas an experience dire
    Says the Prickly Punner
    But still lotsa fun.

    p.s. no idea what the answer to the question is. Kaiku, maybe? :p

    Comment by Bhel Puri & Seekh Kabab — May 5, 2008 @ 3:02 pm | Reply

  4. you were flying kites.
    after reading the book, you decided to run the kite
    you did not succeed in running the kite?

    the after in brackets refers to the book?

    way off base?

    Comment by sundar narayanan — May 8, 2008 @ 1:10 am | Reply

  5. Sundar:

    With due respect to HW Longfellow …

    I flew a kite
    Into the air (hot)
    It flew away
    Where? I neither know not care (not).

    To be honest, I know – we all know – where it went, and care (because I was the one that let it slip). I just was not fast enough in my dress shirt, pant and shoes to catch up with it as its string traipsed across the soccer field. To be precise, I was not fast enough – period!

    Our last glimpse of the kite on our ride home was of it fluttering away to glory tethered to some tree or bush within a small pocket of a forest that still survives man’s relentless march to a multi-coloured (not Green) Earth. Maybe it is still there – we shall see tomorrow!


    Definitely a kaiku, as in “Why?!!” (the typical response when my undergrad audience heard my PJs) The best way to pronounce it is the way it is pronounced in the preamble to the song “बम्बई से आया मेरा दोस्त” (… बुड्ढी के चक्कर में तू … कैकू कैकू कैकू पड़ेला …)

    Comment by porcupyn — May 8, 2008 @ 1:16 am | Reply

  6. Sundar:

    First, I was a kite flyer.
    After (I let go of it), I was the kite runner :-).
    Of course, the kite won!!

    This was probably the first time in my life I had flown a kite with all of the string unwound. I was trying to reel the kite in, but it did not come with one of those whatchammicallits that we have in India (spindle?), so it was a slow affair wrapping the string. And before I could get too far in my task, the thing slipped out of my hands.

    Comment by porcupyn — May 8, 2008 @ 1:21 am | Reply

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