Posted: Aug 6, 08 9:28am
This was the story I wrote for the flash exercise and I thought of playing around with it so I could read it at the poetry group I attend. I would appreciate any feed back you may offer. Thanks
It is different from the orignial story: Flash: Paper, sticks and string
Paper, sticks and string__ poetry reading
How you dreamed.
The day you would leave the cramped quarters and lift.
Breathe of wind
pressing you up toward the sky,
higher and higher.
For now,
you just, rest
patiently, quietly
for your moment again.
Shifting slightly where you lay
with the sound of rubber
slapping
against the road
the heaving motion
of metal
over the bumps.
The day we first met,
there
in the window
where you first caught my eye
Not you,
but one just like you.
The colors of green, purple,
red and yellow,
The sun light
catching just the tip of one
ornate corner
in the fabric-like contours
of its shape.
Still
and lifeless;
no spirit yet
But soon
You would know the view from skyscrapers
and sandy shores.
You would feel
the piercing touch
against your sleek fine edges,
pricked,
scarred,
by fingerlike branches of trees;
the tug
upon the life lines that follow
to set you free
once again.
To return,
once more,
to the clouds
and blue of sky
swirling and shifting;
bobbing and lifting.
In my hands,
your colors seem dark
without the sun’s
highlight
upon it.
But the wind,
she signals,
her breath whispers reassurance
as if to say:
“Soon, you will soar
like birds of prey
with my hand
to hold you once again."
