Pearls
Mini-worlds
Barren wombs
Strung as one long string of lies
Tears
Rolling fears
Crying blooms
Flood as one long wave of pain
Come back home
My old friend
Leave his turquoise dreams alone
Allow your soul
to breathe again
Jump the fishbowl of his hold
Dreams
My old friend
Leave his turquoise dreams alone
Allow your soul
to breathe again
Jump the fishbowl of his hold
Dreams
Seed-like hopes
Tied with ropes
Pull you straight back home to us
Prayers
Tearful pleas
Crying please
Give you strength to find your way
You're a pearl, Pearl. Come back home where pearls of white are true. You're not a goldfish anymore.
Tied with ropes
Pull you straight back home to us
Prayers
Tearful pleas
Crying please
Give you strength to find your way
You're a pearl, Pearl. Come back home where pearls of white are true. You're not a goldfish anymore.
NOTE: This is the last prompt from Big Tent Poetry. We each were to supply lines from some of our older poems and list them. Then we were to pick one or two to use as this week's prompt. I used a part of a line from Irene, "My dreams are the color of turquoise." Haven't been involved with Big Tent long, but I have enjoyed them.. Thank you.
11 comments:
Enjoyed the portrait you painted with your words. I think I know Pearl and would say the same. I will miss BTP, but am sure we will see one another again,
Elizabeth
There is a yearning in this verse, and a recollection of the biblical tale of the prodigal son. Return, all is forgiven.
Henry, this is a beautiful piece of writing. Filled with yearning, yet so eloquent. I do hope we stay in touch with the big tent closing down.
I would like to invite you over to Brenda's wordle site, here is the link;
http://sundaywhirl.blogspot.com/
Check it out!
Pamela
beautiful done.
Henry, Your rhyme is well crafted and subtle. This is a piece I'd love to hear aloud. I tried something: I read all the first lines, then all the second lines, etc. Wow.
I echo Pamela...check it out!
~Brenda
Rich and colourful language here, Henry, organised into an incantatory rhythm. Yes, it's sad that the Big Tent is folding. They've done so well to maintain standards for so long.
Henry, there is something I like in each and every stanza; it is so well constructed. My favorite is "Jump the fishbowl of his hold".
Richard
I like the way it chimes along. Really like the jump the fishbowl line
Henry, this is a wonderful poem. Well crafted, with lots of feeling.
Excellent artistry here...image and rhyme...well done. Vb
I like the energy in this, such as "jump the fishbowl" & its surprise.
Glad you found the tent when you did, Henry, and hope you find new community with these fine folks.
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