Oh whimsical, quizzical, angel
who flutters away on a dry autumn's breeze
without nearly a thought or a care
as to who you may be leaving in the summer's freeze.
Oh how curious and daring you are!
Flying away without even a glance
back to the past, away to the future,
without a glance at the stone in the grass.
Oh how far you travelled,
so far away from me, though try as I might,
I could never have dreamed to succeed
in catching my protector flying in the breeze.
Author notes
I hope you like this. Take it as you might. Either a person who has lost an umbrella, or a someone frozen without a protector or whatever you like. You make the meaning, I provide the words. Still, I hope you enjoy.
A contest entry
- Semi-Quickie; Pic Inspiration w/ Prompt! by perfectsunset.
450 points, ended August 16, 2008, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Be harsh. I can take it. I need it.
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Oh, freelance imagination for public domain use!
myself saw a lonesome stone feeling abandoned as the farie that inhabited it flew away to who knows where..a metaphor in itself there (if one where to imagine their own ideas on that).
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Ah thank you! In my head, as I was writing, the stone was a person, scared and lonely. The thing flying away was a mix of her hopes and dreams.
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I sort of got the idea of that as well when I read (and now just re-read) this.
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Very well crafted poem you have penned here with beautiful imagery, & unique thoughts.
Good job!!
Thanks for entering & best of luck
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