Near perfect makeup, sorrow mostly hidden.
Feign a smile, outbursts are forbidden.
Masquerading in plain clothes, who’s convinced?
Near or far, never quite there.
Elusive bullseye, floating in mid air.
Catch a break? Reach breaking point?
Near the edge, not quite falling.
Near the top, not quite cresting.
Take a breath. Count to whatever.
Release.
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This is a Friday Flash 55 for G-Man and a Six Word Friday (near) for Melissa.
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the ‘moment’ beautifully captured with vivid imagery!
wonderful 55!
sometimes choosing it is not the easiest choice, well rarely is…deep breath all will be ok…
I love the tension the built in this poem and then the ending release. Beautifully done.
Oh my Lord, that photo is beautiful! “Near or far, never quite there” I think this is my favorite line. But then, I sure do like all of the last four. Your words paint the picture so clearly in my mind. Thank you! Do, have a good weekend.
Take a deep breath.. think about it well and go for it!
Sending hugs xoxox
For me this captures the struggle of getting our insides to match what others see of us ~ a powerful expression of this pursuit.
This line “elusive bullseye, floating in mid air” perfectly describes so many of my most frustrating days. I love the contradictions.
This works on so many levels–language, thought, emotion, art. Well done, Belinda–bit by bit you are restoring my love for poetry.
Relax Belinda…
Catch a breath.
Serenity Now!!!
Loved your 55 My Friend..
Thanks for playing, and have a kick Ass Week-End
Belinda, The tension you created in this piece is palpable. My heart began to race as I read your beautifully strung together words. The hard part is the release, isn’t it?
Namaste………cj
I feel sad, called out for hiding from the essential, masked. Beautiful.
That feels familiar. I love this post.
Cresting has special meaning for me right now as our rivers are all flooding. It’s a big, muddy mess.
Gorgeous photo.
Sometimes, it’s right there, and yet it’s so far..
You have captured that so perfectly, Belinda… Your words and the feelings they conveyed were simply beautiful…sad, yet beautiful nonetheless!
We all have those social masks that we slip on, but even then you can see what’s going on if you look closely enough and then sometimes the mask slips completely. I really enjoyed this, Belinda. I hope you have a beautiful weekend.
Very enigmatic. Very mysterious. Very intriguing. Very very good, Belinda!
As to the first verse, I am picturing a character from Joni Mitchell’s “Peoples’ Parties,” the one with the “lampshade crown and her eye paint running down.” Ahhh, so so long since I listened to “Court & Spark” but how it does stay with me forever.
xoxo
There is a wrenching sadness to your 55 ~ “never quite there”…smacks of the “never good enough” tapes that play in my own head. Poignant piece ~ one I’ll revisit.
Here’s my 55: Friday Flash 55 ~ Repeat Echo
Solid, enjoyable write.
Sometimes the trick is in getting there, wherever there may be, even if ‘there’ is a state of mind. No more nearness, time for the real thing.
The line “Count to Whatever” really struck me. I like the limitless feel to those words.
Belinda, I feel compelled to comment in verse that ends on release, too.
True self hidden under invisible burquas. Frightened to remove. Worried about social stonings.
Easier yet harder to hide one’s desires as the years age into the future.
Childhood dreams recede into adult nightmares.
Relief comes in the form of a rogue nail that catches the ratty coverlet and sheers it in two. Woman/man escapes into the swirling dervish of release.
G.
thank you for stopping by. I will be back to the 55ers you guys are a super nice gorup.
Hope you have a great weekend….love you posts.
Rainbow
The pic is amazing!
I don’t know whether to be sad or happy after reading that, guess I will choose the latter because the picture is so inspirational.
Yes, take a breath and carry on.
Beautiful,Belinda.