– Zwobel ~ Photo Challenge ~ Mindlovemisery's Menagerie
It was my quirk
to go one-willed
as if in circus,
as if a girl on the
shiny rolling ball:
white dress,
crimson shoes…
Not my fault at all
that arena
had continued
throughout the tent
to the wide open
tantalized burnt field:
raw grit/gravel,
cobbles and dirt…
Grounded,
busted,
swallowed
by sadness…
it dawned on me –
How to get booked solid…
Inspiration: photo prompt by Neeraj; reading the book by M. Port "Book Yourself Solid" , thanks!
Read more at: Photo Challenge #65: Sadness; Mindlovemisery's Menagerie
Ha.
ReplyDeleteWhen showing off,
that will tend to happen,
though in order to succeed
you must surely fall
quite a few times.
Very creative, it flows like flags in a perfect wind! It's also a perfect answer to her future success! That's a great photo too.
ReplyDeleteHave to get back up, even if over booked
ReplyDeleteLiked the poem and the sense of movement in her growing up ...bravo. Bastet
ReplyDeleteShowing off never works out in real life as it does in our minds!
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Another arena.. Enjoyed.
ReplyDeleteI specially like the opening lines, quirky & colorful circus ~
ReplyDeleteGrace
A very clever piece. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteGreetings from London.
To bring the acting outside the confinement of the safety of the tent is indeed not the best of things.
ReplyDeleteHaha--LOVE IT!
ReplyDeleteI wonder if it is true that at some point in time everyone wishes to join a circus.
ReplyDeleteBut behind the scenes there is work and practice, practice, practice.
Thanks for your visit.
ah it is not an easy path at times - and to being able to dance well we need lots of practice and getting up after falling quite a bit me thinks
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