Written for: Sunday Muse #75
Little girl stands
on golden tracks
of moon. Across
a long distance, people
are trying to climb
ladders, but they
fold, slide, will
not stay in one
place. One man
is hoisting himself
up by thick ropes.
Are they trying to
climb up the side
of the sun? Isn’t
it too hot? Maybe
the ladders are melting.
This place is beautiful
enough. Little girl stands
on golden tracks
of moon, content.
She wants to live
here forever.
Your poem is golden Sara! Capturing a mystical image perfectly!
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Thanks so much, Carrie!
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Love the way you give her such a different point of view and make this a peaceful image.
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Thanks, Wyndolynne!
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That would be a hot climb, indeed. The sun is such a scorching fellow. Can’t blaming the child for not wanting to move.
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“blame” not “blaming” *sigh*.
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Thanks, Magaly!
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On the edge of a dream she find contentment.
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Beautifully stated, Truedessa!
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Sometimes contentment is good… better than burning and like Icarus falling.
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I cannot imagine a better feeling than contentment.
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Such an interesting interpretation of the photo. Well said!
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Thanks, Bev!
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Contentment where you are…that is a gift. Love the poem!
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Thanks, Susie!
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I love your take on this prompt, the happiness she feels and the desire to stay put. Lovely!
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Thanks, Regina!
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I love her standing on golden tracks of moon.
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Thanks, Sherry!
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It’s interesting how this image is interpreted so differently. Some think this girl has found utopia, or a dream, and I just keep worrying that if she doesn’t find some shade she’s going to succumb to climate change.
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That’s what I like about writing from art. Everyone sees it differently. I found the little girl sad.
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