Tightrope

Inspired by a book I read as a kid

You may find me kissing the melting pink horizon at daybreak,

A bubblegum touch of a sugared farewell.

My fingertips will long for the smooth graze of a fairytale feather; 

For a girl with legs swinging on her rooftop 

I pluck a plump beauty from the flying formation. 

Up high the tender weight on the black cord with my toe

Is Grandfather’s bellowing laughter when I hid under the table. 

This creak is neither the hearty drunkenness of relatives 

Nor the impatient child’s pull of the pant leg,

But the scream of sanity from windy amplitude. 

Colors seem to blur together until they are all one;

No one knows they come from white and end in black.

All discussion seems to be directed towards the weather or the children,

And the adults retreat to the back of their heads, 

Because it’s a long way from one end to the other. 

Give me my shiny umbrella with the wooden handle,

For show I will please the crowd one last time.

Teeter-totter, to and fro,

Shocks and gasps from ants offer chains and cuffs for safety,

But they don’t realize I mean to fall.

Author's Note

Not one of my best.

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Excellent work....

Colors seem to blur together until they are all one;
No one knows they come from white and end in black.

love this part... great lines... so many people so tend to forget to appreciate the simple things in life and therefore forget who they are because they become so disconnected from mother earth.

[MAC]

plz send me your best so i can die of envy already!! you are so with, ya know?? you balance tis piece to perfection and it is definetly book worthy. excellent write!!

[Liza]

wonder full use of imagery transitioning into subtle emotion - visions build soft tensions - if you do not see this as your best - you can only be better from here on end; a brilliant use of feeling to bring meaning to the uncertainties of life; yes sometimes seeming like we're walking a tight rope - thank you for finding me; i enjoy reading you.

[Kyle]

This is sweetly written. It reminds me of pleasant memories of long ago,

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I think this is a powerful statement, the last line "But they don't realize I mean to fall." Eh, I almost want to say to change the word "mean" to "intend". I also really found meaning in, "Because it's a long way from one end to another". I like this poem, and the descriptions in the first stanza were very well-written. I like "bubble gum touch". I like the idea of this entire poem.

[Omar Fendri]

Magically beautiful, clever and the imagination is stunning . I like the image, how we are obliged every so often to walk on the tightrope to feel brisk. The last stanza is flawlessly outstanding _But they don't realize I mean to fall_ WELL-DONE

[Tasha]

this was beautiful Hayley. i agree with everyone else you did a good job.

[Lily Mae]

I'd have to agree with everyone here.. You've created a beautiful write here. Great job..xx

[Joel M Frye]

I would disagree with you, Hayley. This is amazing work. As taut as the tightwire from which you wish to fall. Well, well captured.