Monday, 17 October 2011

Aqua


My wings were made of dreams
but I fell sideways to the tunnel
that pressed its air on me
from all real surfaces

Sliding
deep
into water

I dissolved

My tears
got mixed up
with the chlorine
that claims to clean
the pool
of dirty dreamy particles

There's
something in me
that pulls down
the urge to go up in a swirl
of urgency
to regain life

It fails

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Image courtesy: Creative Writing Ink, Writing Prompt - October 17th

10 comments:

  1. Thanks a lot! I'm really glad you liked it.

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  2. Sad story but lovely. You grabbed my attention from the first sentence, my wings were made of dreams

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  3. Very deep dark thoughts. Beautiful poem!

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  4. Thank you, the picture led me to the thoughts.

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  5. Oh, this is beautiful! Your words were well-chosen and you had woven them together so effectively. Love it!

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  6. I like the way you got inside the characters head. And also the concrete shape of the piece leaves me with a sinking, drowning feeling.

    'My wings were made of dreams' is a belting line!

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  7. Thanks a lot friend. I'm really glad you enjoyed reading this :)

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