"Life is the dancer and you are the dance."
— Eckhart Tolle

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

"No More Jonquils" We Write Poems #46-Street Art Poem

                      Art by RONE                         

Blood stain’s weeping caresses my face,
jonquils no longer grow in clusters,
I’ve lost my view of white picket fences only
to be left with chain link enclosures crowning me
As the sun goes down in its dubious fashion
I’ve turned a pallid white, all colour is gone,
my hair picks up highlights of day and
sends them back to a bluish sky without
birds of tendency I once knew
Red surrounds me and I take in the anger
only to cry it out so all the world may see
my lonesome misery painted on this wall

Posted by flaubert at 7:46 AM

18 comments:

  1. MarianvMarch 23, 2011 at 9:15 AM

    Takes my breath away at the ending. Really gets into the persona. Very Good descriptions!

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  2. Sherry Blue SkyMarch 23, 2011 at 10:17 AM

    Yes, exactly!!!! I went through the letting go of picket fences dream, escaped the chain link cage - "lonesome misery". It gets so much better after! Well done, Pamela!!!!!

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  3. brenda wMarch 23, 2011 at 11:04 AM

    Love it, Pamela! The colors created vibrant imagery. Well done.
    ~Brenda

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  4. flaubertMarch 23, 2011 at 1:32 PM

    Thanks Marian, I have written it, as I see it.

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  5. flaubertMarch 23, 2011 at 1:33 PM

    Thanks, Sherry, misery does make one lonesome.

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  6. flaubertMarch 23, 2011 at 1:33 PM

    Thanks, Brenda, I enjoyed your poem as well:)

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  7. Raven's Wing PoetryMarch 23, 2011 at 1:37 PM

    I really like how you imbued her face with personality and pulled the scenery around her in to tell the story.

    -Nicole

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  8. flaubertMarch 23, 2011 at 2:15 PM

    An Interesting prompt, Nicole. I also, read the story behind it.

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  9. Mr. WalkerMarch 23, 2011 at 6:08 PM

    Pamela, I like how you wrote your poem from the perspective of the woman on the wall. Nicely done. Concise and powerful. I really liked "chain link enclosures crowning me".

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  10. flaubertMarch 23, 2011 at 8:12 PM

    Thanks for the visit, Mr. Walker. Haven't seen you around for some time.

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  11. AnonymousMarch 24, 2011 at 2:44 AM

    I love the title of this piece; it encompasses the whole theme. Incredibly sad.

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  12. gautami tripathyMarch 24, 2011 at 8:42 AM

    Heartfelt. That is only word I could think of.

    face on the wall

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  13. flaubertMarch 24, 2011 at 11:00 AM

    Tilly, the image does evoke some sadness.

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  14. flaubertMarch 24, 2011 at 11:00 AM

    Thanks Gautami.

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  15. Jane DoeMarch 24, 2011 at 2:28 PM

    This is phenomenal! I love 'As the sun goes down in its dubious fashion' and 'my lonesome misery painted on this wall.' A fantastic poem.

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  16. AnonymousMarch 24, 2011 at 2:34 PM

    I found this very intense and focused. A powerful poem.

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  17. annell4March 25, 2011 at 2:42 PM

    More wonderful writing, and love the image!

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  18. flaubertMarch 29, 2011 at 10:18 AM

    Thanks, Jane, Matt and Annell:)

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