A cold wind scours the blue out of your sky, erases the sun from your eyes, turns your bones grey as iron bars. You make a room of loss and fill it with abandonment and grief, cram stuffed animals into plastic bags, hide them under the bed, pray with them at night while caressing a facade of dreams only to stop as if in mid-air like a flyer on a trapeze realizing her catcher has gone.
Awesome ending, Paul. I actually felt the lightness in my stomach, as if I was coming over the top of a steep roller coaster. Never thought a poem would affect me like that!
Beautifully haunting. I especially loved the roughness and friction of “A cold wind scours the blue out of your sky, erases the sun from your eyes, turns your bones grey as iron bars”
A drop from a high height to a low blow where recovery will be slow long as security stuffed animals remain wrapped in plastic under a bed for protection.
Another beautiful, haunting piece Paul. I love the imagery you use to convey emotion. I need my breath, and you keep taking it away word by word
What a wonderful comment, Shondra—Thank you so much!
No, thank you.
^_^😊
This is a small masterpiece.
Thank you for your kind words, Jonathan.
Awesome ending, Paul. I actually felt the lightness in my stomach, as if I was coming over the top of a steep roller coaster. Never thought a poem would affect me like that!
Thank you for your comments, Sea.
Beautifully haunting. I especially loved the roughness and friction of “A cold wind scours the blue out of your sky, erases the sun from your eyes, turns your bones grey as iron bars”
Thank you, Maureen
I was holding my breath and gasped... her catcher was gone. Oh my goodness.
Thank you, Lois!
Gripping. Such moments do indeed grab us just like that. Good job!
Thank you, Roy.
"only to stop
as if in mid-air
like a flyer
on a trapeze
realizing
her catcher
has gone.”
WOW!!
Thanks, Saumya. Always nice to hear from you!
Wonderful, and effective, imagery Paul. Keep up the magic.
Thank you, Ron, for the kind words!
Just incredible
Thank you, Patris!
Beautiful and very powerful.
Thank you, Monica
Oooh. That is a fierce description of loss and grief. I like it.
Thanks, Karen!
This is so tough to read, Paul. Amazing writing. Well done xx
Thank you, Francesca
This poem rattles me to my core!
Thank you for reading and commenting, Stan
Ouch. I’m both terrified and in pain.
The victim and the assailant.
And compelled to say, “I’m sorry.”
A drop from a high height to a low blow where recovery will be slow long as security stuffed animals remain wrapped in plastic under a bed for protection.
I always enjoy your comments, Richard. Thank you.
Such a powerful picture of loss. Thanks, Paul .
Thank you for reading and commenting, Mary.