Late


People waiting.
A child’s balloon deflated, swept into corner of train station

Wrinkles work their way into hands and faces
Like wedges of sky cutting into life veins

The world grows its definition.

I alone remain
Like a lucid laughter in the light rain.

©2017, Amaya Engleking

Today at dVerse, De requests a 44-word quadrille poem including the word “balloon.”

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27 comments

  1. Singledust · March 27

    Like wedges of sky cutting into life veins – this is so definitive of life in so many ways. The big picture demanding to overtake the inconsequential things of life. The images you have created with your words are achingly sad yet so tender in its wake.

    • Gospel Isosceles · March 27

      Rather than inconsequential I would say the minutiae that comprises life. I am very grateful for your expressing how this poem made you feel.

      • Singledust · March 27

        yes certainly a better word to describe it – thank you for your lovely words.

  2. whimsygizmo · March 27

    Oh, my. These lines are so powerful:
    “Wrinkles work their way into hands and faces
    Like wedges of sky cutting into life veins”

    Wonderful.

  3. frankhubeny · March 27

    I also liked the lines about the wrinkles as well as “lucid laughter”.

  4. Glenn Buttkus · March 27

    So much to like in this piece; your last line(s) are killer. The lost balloon somehow touches me, as people seem helpless to capture or save it.

    • Gospel Isosceles · March 27

      Something that once brought so much joy, now ruined and abandoned. It can happen to people too.

  5. Waltermarks · March 27

    The wrinkles line, “Wrinkles work their way into hands and faces
    Like wedges of sky cutting into life veins”, is such a powerful metaphor. We can’t capture or save the envelope of time we are wrapped in. We must deflate like the balloon, beautiful!

    • Gospel Isosceles · March 27

      Yes, our change is inevitable, but utter destruction is not. I think it mostly sad when people think the end of this life is the end.

  6. Victoria C. Slotto · March 27

    You are so good at sensory detail, description. Love this as a metaphor.

  7. thotpurge · March 27

    Oh this is great.. my favourite quadrille so far today!

  8. I love this! This imagery is amazing.

    • Gospel Isosceles · March 28

      Thanks for reading and following; I look forward to more of your writings…

  9. The imagery of this piece is excellent. Some days it seems that the whole world is set against us.

  10. maria · March 27

    “a lucid laughter in the light rain” ~ hmm.. i’ll be thinking of this piece whenever I’m alone. Well done!

  11. kim881 · March 27

    Ooh, such a poignant image of loneliness at a railway station. I love the lines:
    ‘Wrinkles work their way into hands and faces
    Like wedges of sky cutting into life veins’
    and the simile:
    ‘lucid laughter in the light rain’..

  12. My goodness this is incredibly beautiful writing!❤️ Especially “Wrinkles work their way into hands and faces. Like wedges of sky cutting into life veins. The world grows its definition” left me in complete and absolute awe!!❤️ Kudos!

  13. kaykuala h · March 28

    The world revolves around and continues its journey and life goes on perhaps with a little laughter here and there despite the conflicts!

    Hank

  14. Cheryl Ruffing · March 28

    There are some great images in this, Amaya, and I love those last two lines.

  15. Beverly Crawford · March 28

    Eloquent vignettes of life.

  16. Grace · March 28

    Each line is stellar ~ I love the entire piece ~

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