Nearly There

by Belinda Munoz on June 10, 2011

Breathe Deep The Gathering Gloom
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.


This is a Friday Flash 55 for G-Man and a Six Word Friday (near) for Melissa.


{ 26 comments… read them below or add one }

1 magiceye June 10, 2011 at 3:40 am

the ‘moment’ beautifully captured with vivid imagery!

wonderful 55!


2 brian June 10, 2011 at 3:57 am

sometimes choosing it is not the easiest choice, well rarely is…deep breath all will be ok…


3 [email protected] from a Peaceful Divorce June 10, 2011 at 3:58 am

I love the tension the built in this poem and then the ending release. Beautifully done.


4 Kwee Lewis June 10, 2011 at 4:07 am

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.


5 Olivia June 10, 2011 at 4:17 am

Take a deep breath.. think about it well and go for it!
Sending hugs xoxox


6 Adrienne June 10, 2011 at 4:46 am

For me this captures the struggle of getting our insides to match what others see of us ~ a powerful expression of this pursuit.


7 Sara June 10, 2011 at 5:01 am

This line “elusive bullseye, floating in mid air” perfectly describes so many of my most frustrating days. I love the contradictions.


8 meg June 10, 2011 at 6:28 am

This works on so many levels–language, thought, emotion, art. Well done, Belinda–bit by bit you are restoring my love for poetry.


9 G-Man June 10, 2011 at 6:36 am

Relax Belinda…
Catch a breath.
Serenity Now!!!
Loved your 55 My Friend..
Thanks for playing, and have a kick Ass Week-End


10 cj Schlottman June 10, 2011 at 7:04 am

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?



11 Kate June 10, 2011 at 8:10 am

I feel sad, called out for hiding from the essential, masked. Beautiful.


12 Brook June 10, 2011 at 10:25 am

That feels familiar. I love this post.


13 Alice Audrey June 10, 2011 at 11:22 am

Cresting has special meaning for me right now as our rivers are all flooding. It’s a big, muddy mess.

Gorgeous photo.


14 Kavita June 10, 2011 at 12:14 pm

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!


15 Talon June 10, 2011 at 12:33 pm

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.


16 jannie funster June 10, 2011 at 12:46 pm

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.



17 ChefKar June 10, 2011 at 12:52 pm

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


18 Steve Isaak June 10, 2011 at 2:40 pm

Solid, enjoyable write.


19 Melissa June 10, 2011 at 3:12 pm

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.


20 Rudri Bhatt Patel @ Being Rudri June 10, 2011 at 3:48 pm

The line “Count to Whatever” really struck me. I like the limitless feel to those words.


21 Giulietta Nardone June 10, 2011 at 4:00 pm

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.



22 Rainbow June 10, 2011 at 6:18 pm

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.



23 KB June 10, 2011 at 7:31 pm

The pic is amazing!


24 Todd | Channelingmyself June 12, 2011 at 4:48 am

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.


25 Mel Gallant June 12, 2011 at 8:28 am

Yes, take a breath and carry on. :)


26 ayala June 13, 2011 at 4:08 pm



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