Closer There: A Wordle Poem prompted by Big Tent Poetry

Not a very cheerful poem at all. These wordles from Big Tent Poetry Prompts  sometimes take me by surprise.

This one certainly did.

Closer There

Since that day
she was resistant
to happily float
into the gold
roads at just the
right angle ~ mauve,
lavendar folding into
the lengthening
angle, the darkening
sparked by the tug
upon the sun's handle.

Only to rotate
back. Repeat.
Grind away again.
Pine cabinet door
Form and function
a remote thought
as she brought
the blade closer

closer

closer

There was no "red alert"
button  to push
No direct line to
anything except
the voice of despair
turned to rage
shouting final
orders to push
there

there

there

= = = =

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Comments

[pamela]

Wow, Julie, dark most definitely.
You and others seem to have been
inspired to take the dark path with
the words.

[Joseph Harker]

Rather ominous! But still some great language: "the tug upon the sun's handle", especially...

[Victoria]

Very strong and, yes, dark. But I love it. I found your use of color interesting. You start out with pale, peaceful colors and then jerk us into the reality of the poem with red.

http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/2011/02/04/life-plus-5-big-tent-poetry/

[barbara]

Is anger the genie that won't go back into its bottle?

[Julie Jordan Scott]

This is a fictional piece. It is about suicide, actually - the pine door is the casket. I know, dark dark dark!!