Friday, November 17, 2017

The Lift

The prompt was to write a poem inspired by the following image:

©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson

His spirit crawls a lowly road
with little will to rise.
Leaves falling from the trees reprise
tears falling from his eyes.

Shoe leather, laced with mud and muck,
greets shadow on the wall.
The trap once set, now cruelly sprung,
yields no escape at all.

An ill wind blows no body good,
and sometimes life just blows.
Could be that he comes out all right,
could be all wrong. Who knows?

Balloon man, can you spare the fare?
One magic taxi ride.
A free lift for a sorry soul,
jumpstart to the bright side.

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hyperCRYPTICal said...

Oh, if only our hearts were big enough to spare a fare, open the door, for those hidden in the shadows.
Anna :o]

X said...

In that moment on seeing the man, down on his luck, there are so many judgements that run through our head, and questions. They all cloud the charity of our giving. It is a choice. And it could change a life. And often costs us little.

brudberg said...

I would need a ride like that... but I guess I also have to offer one for someone else... the brightness of the balloons made me smile.

LeAnn said...

I find your interpetation of the photo into this very interesting poem quite amazing. I see some deeper meanings too.
Always love your poetry; you are the best.
Blessings and hugs for you dear friend!

kaykuala said...

A free lift for a sorry soul,
jump start to the bright side.

A free ride (or a free lunch) is always welcomed to bring joy to someone who is down!


Frank Hubeny said...

Nice sound!

Grace said...

Bring me with you on that magical ride ~ Love the rhyming verses ~

yaya said...

I missed your previous post and almost did this one too! Love the poem and the pic that goes with it...lots of hidden meaning in there! I hope your have a lovely Thanksgiving and all's well with your family!

Vivian Zems said...

I love this. I actually used the same picture but your words are so refreshing here.

WordsPoeticallyWorth said...

Greetings from the UK. I enjoyed reading your poem.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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