Sunday, April 15, 2012

LIFT

photo by PSC
Lift
 

Buttoned behind this anonymous mask 
I slash through dark nights, sunlit days,
wielding mace, sword and strap
(vestigial remains of troubled times)
oblivious of these balloons
rising aloft outside my door,
unaware I need only grasp their strings
to take to the sky and soar

 

4 comments:

  1. I love the glimpse into your life as seen through your words and camera lens on a day to day basis, Pamela!! Thank you!

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  2. Thanks, Hannah! I've been having fun with this. Glad you are enjoying it too! :-)

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  3. Pamela, this is so lovely. Buoyant, freeing, and spirited. Love it! Amy

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    1. Thanks, Amy! Now, if I could just figure out how to grab those strings -- before the helium's gone! ;-)

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