Liquid Ladders

Liquid Ladders

A Poem by Tracie Skarbo

Dorothy climbs up her liquid ladders

Ascending to her secret heaven

She beats on her soul

Clamoring for attention

 

Night comes and under the stars

Dorothy visits with the planets position

Seeing rainbows within Saturn’s rings

While Grandfather Moon tends the harvest

 

Peering out of cracks

Of her silken aloneness

She tends to the webs of her

Woven fantasy

 

The burgundy overtones

Have scorched their names

Within the echoes

Of her memories

 

Shrill and bray words

Erupt from her

In bouts of

Ceaseless movement

 

And I fear time drawing closer

Closing in

I feel small

Because it is not my fight

 

Dorothy and I, so similar;

At different times

We tread in the same shoes,

See through the same mirror

 

Yet we are not the same,

And although I have the sensation

That I am forever on a see-saw

With Dorothy on the other end

 

I have to let the dervish spin,

The tides draw out,

And the sun set,

So she can learn to live again

 

 

© 2010 Tracie Skarbo


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Lots to think about here. I think we can all fill in the blanks of "Dorothy for me is___, and she came to be because ___."

"Dorothy climbs up her liquid ladders
Ascending to her secret heaven
She beats on her soul
Clamoring for attention"

What an excellent beginning. Really grabs my attention. Very thought provoking. Mysterious.



Posted 9 Years Ago


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I really love this write, this is so good.

Posted 1 Year Ago


This exquisite expression
has brought great memories of of an exciting writer.
THANK YOU
--- John Crowley (Eagle Cruagh)

Posted 3 Years Ago


"Peering out of cracks
Of her silken aloneness
She tends to the webs of her
Woven fantasy

The burgundy overtones
Have scorched their names
Within the echoes
Of her memories"

Posted 5 Years Ago


Wonderful as title and poem in all aspects. Thank you ma'm for sharing...:)..............

Posted 5 Years Ago


The beauty of this piece is the magical use of words and imageries.
I hope the poet will explain a little to unfold the background or mystery
surrounding the awesome work.

Posted 7 Years Ago


The enabler,now time to grow up wrinkle grow old,nah I will go skinny dip.

Posted 7 Years Ago


wow,im quite blown away,beautiful and expressive art totally at its best,anything else i could say wouldn't do it justice

Posted 8 Years Ago


Delightfully written, out of some hunting need, I can relate too. The grass is always greener on the other side, and the longing is burning in your heart... Very well expressed and loved the facts you used... Your sensitivity is high. :) as I loved to read this. ;)

Posted 8 Years Ago


There is a restless wandering here... dreams and dervish spinning across landscapes and mindscapes. You always have a vivid, beautiful way of expressing the heart's breath. Hope summer has been treating you well. :)

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Tracie Skarbo
Tracie Skarbo

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