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True Stories (Part 1:-)
larrylark

Tied myself to the roof with strong twine,
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heels holding line of the gutter,
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head resting in cavity of missing slate.
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Was it fate sent me that auspicious day,
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an unconcious impulse swayed me near
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tumultuous events? I marvelled at the beauty
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of boundless skies, wrapped round fluff filled
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clouds of cotton wool white.
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A giant air balloon emblazoned with cute motif,
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too far away to discern, burned over the horizon,
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directing its way to where i lay beneath.
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A figure parachuted out, balloon exploded with a silent pop,
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as a winged angel flopped down beside me,
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cut my bonds with a silver knife and freed me from the twine.
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"How cruel," she whispered, "but now you are free."
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I thought of trying to explain, but no one
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ever believes me and my magic made up stories.
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22 Sep 06

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well, at least you took the time to admire the beauty of the world in the middle of your predicament. can i assume you had a mishap whilst repairing the roof?
well done
 — chuckles

Dear Chuckles

I guess you could say i have a slate missing

Larry
 — larrylark

I believe you, Larry.  (ps - I still have the knife!)
 — Isabelle5

Dear Isabelle

LOL, wor a hoot as we say across the pond. I should have known it was you by the ever so faintly mocking tone of your reply. Keep the knife save, you never know when forensics might call.

Larry helium gas Lark
 — larrylark

*..^ - I keep it sharp and ready.
 — Isabelle5

i think  your words are doping up a very simple mediocre peice
 — never

haha, this got a laugh, esecially the "round fluff filled clouds of cotton wool white"!!

ps i don't believe you :-p
 — oracle

Dear Isabelle

Who can blame you for that, for in this day and age we must be ready for anything.
That is why i keep a blunderbuss under my bed and a small nuclear device taped inside the cistern.

Larry ready for anything Lark
 — larrylark

Dear Oracle

Have you ever known me to lie?

Larry the truth Lark
 — larrylark

Dear Never

Doping is so serious i would never ever contemplate it. I prefer to live as you say in mediocrity down at the end of a suburban cul de sac where people are severely beaten if they don't wear a bowler hat in public.

Larry head wrench Lark
 — larrylark

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