Music of Escape
In
a softly lit counterbalance of yellows and blues,
the
violin shaped
cerulean cocoon, lies abandoned
on
a creamy armchair host.
She
stepped away for just a moment
from
the beautiful robe of red and yellow silk ,
unfurled
in anticipated pleasure.
Leaving
her desk of composed notes,
the music
of flight skitters in her head.
Drawn
by the open window,
scented
by the ocean breezes
she
opens her drying wings,
and
forgets her music,
her dress.
Adventures
await
for
her escape.
Her
musical notes,
her
wings of
beauty
trailing
behind
trying
to catch her
on
the tropical winds
of
her life.
The
Pool
There
is always a dark side
to
pull me into deep waters
where
I do not want to go.
I
know I can swim on my own
through
sketchy waters.
The
murky thoughts
leave
me unsure .
Until
like a banana,
my
mind is broke open
and
I dive into that
inky
pool of the past.
Carol. Very moving, if not dark. Well done!
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