through every ounce of life that ever dared try to steal her own.
It was a dark November sky that screamed for color.
Dull, lifeless...like the very beings who had tried for so long
to tell her she was just like them.
The carousel spinning, her arms tired
snap back recoil
and still the music played
pan flutes and forgotten carnival vendors
no eyes left to see
as one rogue red balloon
delivered her message to the world.
and she falls to her knees
for once, accepting of her fate
Today's prompt and art have both been provided by Kelvin, who takes the stage at Poetics today for the very first time. Let's show him the love and deliver a poem...time to play pen-wielders!
23 comments:
hopefully not all is lost to her...we need those colors in this world...those red balloons that bring hope and color to an otherwise drab world...sometimes you have to get off the merry go round though, not matter how enchanting the music...smiles.
Absolutely mesmerizing.
...i fell to your use of metal in the air... really good Tash... and the appearing of Pan brought forth too sad & betrayed image... acceptance of fate is rather the only choice i can sense from her... but no... her soul will fly with that balloon...and will bring the only hope that can change her fate.... smiles...great lines of sadness...you really set the mood here... enjoyed it...
She may be on her knees, resigned; but her message will be known to the world. Enjoyed your creative take.
brrrrr a Winter Carnival -- resignation and fading.
Alas.
Imagery is breathtaking but it comes as no surprise. Natasha you put my words to shame haha. Amazing everytime!
do like the pull from her knees to the sky... like a release of inner pain/depression floating away... almost freeing
loved the rogue red balloon - her words escaping - such a bright spot of hope - K
Hoping for the best. An excellent use of the balloon and its color.
Very philosophical I love this. Cheers!
Even "with no eyes left to see" she got her message out - most importantly, for her to see.
And her message drifts away for all to see...that's a little bit of hope!
Excellent, Tash!
Original and smartly written ;)
Brilliant, Tash.
A you have captured a feeling that talks deeply to me. I love it how you use the palette to capture the feelings.
very cool tash...love the imagery and the hope in this..sometimes the small signs mean the world in situations like this
it sounds like zombie survival
hopefully someone sees the balloon
Very alternative take on this - intriguing!
Damned good - not sure if I got the tune right, but I swear I could hear the music playing
Chilling and desperately sad - at least for me. I truly hope that the balloon doesn't really carry her final words.
Beautifully sad words. Your poem evokes deep emotion. Nice work.
Nice poem, Natasha!
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