This week's prompt from Big Tent Poetry was... a Wordle.
Dangling Chairs
Her heart squeezes
when she immerses herself
in her performance
emotions hoarse from
spirited engines racing
within her blood
She vanishes into
character, dangling
her own past on ropes
outside of whichever
name+words inhabit her skin
Swift she goes, topples
down, head over heels
or ankles crowding scalp
she meets the basement
with her forehead first
forgetting she was blind
for a moment, sight
not able to be translated
into anything other
than pain
Lovely description of an unfortunate event. Did this really happen, Julie?
Posted by: Laurie Kolp | December 24, 2010 at 09:33 AM
Well written story -like the way it grows. Though -ouch!
Thanks for the comment. Sorry for deleting.-trying to get all mobile.will try to retrieve soon.
Posted by: Amidweststory.blogspot.com | December 24, 2010 at 11:10 AM
Oh wow. A palpable capture of a dramatic performance. Merry Christmas Julie!
Posted by: irene | December 24, 2010 at 04:19 PM
Julie fantastic job with the wordle.
Merry Christmas to you.
Pamela
Posted by: pamelasayers | December 24, 2010 at 05:07 PM
There was I enjoying the high-wire performance only to hurtle to the ground. An effective use of the words.
Posted by: vivienne blake | December 26, 2010 at 06:32 AM
A tough moment to lose oneself. Ah the sacrifices for art. Loved "dangling/ her own past on ropes" - such a fabulous line.
Posted by: deb | December 26, 2010 at 06:00 PM
Oh, the pain and misery of it all - a vivid piece!
Posted by: Tumblewords | December 26, 2010 at 07:15 PM
Good use of the wordle words in your poem! Good job.
http://strummedwords.blogspot.com/2011/02/before-storm.html
Posted by: Strummed Words | February 01, 2011 at 10:31 AM