Chameleon

A Poem by prettyballoon

poem about learning to live in the real world again after being in hospitals for a long time

Sometimes I sense my secret world

Reveal itself in thoughtful mien,

In pale and trembling fingers, curled

Around the air of abstract theme.

In silent womb, this songless bird

Falls upward to a sleepless dream,

Above the room where hope, interred,

Still struggles for a chance to scream.

Yet I remain beneath a sun

Revealing in its caustic mirth

Such irony of eyes, undone-

My bare feet in the dusty earth.

Here I must meet your mirrored eyes

To see but clouds of other skies.

© 2013 prettyballoon

Author's Note

any remarks, critiques, criticisms, thoughts welcome and appreciated

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Angi

Prettyballoon, this is a very layered piece. The title drew me in and I think it is a good one for this poem. This feels like someone who is haunted by something, I see insecurity in the pale and trembling fingers. I feel a sense of unreality in the secret world and abstract theme. I see imprisonment of the songless bird in the womb. She knows there is hope out there, though. She just has to keep herself grounded long enough to find it. The last two lines feel like she is on a path of discovery or awakening of some kind. I like this one very much because there are so many interpretations a reader can see here. Angi~

Posted 10 Years Ago

10 Years Ago

O my gosh, you so completely read this as I, myself, understand it. Many of my poems are cathartic a.. read more

10 Years Ago

I try to write a little every day. It helps me see things more clearly, gives me perspective. I ag.. read more

kris reed

You say this is your first poem on here and it's a wonderful one! The wording is beautiful. One thought: the commas around "interred" seemed to break up the flow for me; if they're removed does it change the meaning? Great work; I hope you keep adding more poems!