I knotted you to my wrist
my balloon of sunshine
until the pop
into porous sky
Now I rub
all that’s left
A quadrille for dVerse, where Mish asked us to use the word “knot.” I was inspired by the video above.
49 thoughts on “Gone”
“Now I rub
So sad, but that’s how heartbreak can feel. Beautiful, Tricia.
I like the song, too. I didn’t know it.
Thanks, Merril! It’s a sad song, but so poetic I think! 💖
Yes, it is.
Your quadrille Is lovely, Tricia, especially the opening image, which reminded me of what happened to my daughter at the weekend. She bought balloons for my grandson’s third birthday on 6th March, which they had been looking after very carefully. She cut loose the big ‘three’ so Lucas could play with it and everything was fine until she opened front and back doors to take something through to the garden; it caused a draught that whipped the balloon through the back door, and it flew off into the sky! I love the idea of dreams being scattered when the balloon is popped.
Thanks, Kim! Balloons are tricky like that, just can’t keep them around for too long! Maybe in the end the dreams rain back down on us! 💕🙏💕
I hope so!
I love the metaphor of the escaping balloon a lot. I do remember when my little sister’s balloon was lost and went skyward… in the end, I let my own balloon go as well to calm her down…
Thanks! That’s funny it calmed her down. Her balloon had a friend up there! ❤
Such a lovely poem, read literally or metaphorically. I especially liked “porous sky” and “panoramic ache’.
Thanks so much, Mish! Your prompt sent me on a nice journey! 🙏
Thanks, Gillena! 💖
Lovely video, Tricia. Your quadrille packs a punch in just 44 words. The popped promises of a balloon man.
Thanks! Yes, beware of men with balloons! 😂
You had me at the opening lines. An old handfasting ritual. And the heartache that follows popped dreams. Lovely! 💖
Thanks so much! 🥳🎈
Riveting imagery w/ nothing wasted. Awesome quad, TS. Congrats.
You like my quads! 😊Thanks, Ron!
Marvelous telling of the dreams bursting free and scattering. Lovely read!
Thanks, Beverly! 🎈
The standouts here for me are the sunshine knotted to your wrist, clutching too hard, and “a panoramic ache.” I can see where the video inspired your poem.
Thanks, Lisa! Yes, clutching is never a good thing! 💝
You’re welcome ❤
An emotive poem and song…beautifully aching post, Tricia.
Thanks so much, Lynn! 💖
Tricia, for some reason these words –
really struck a deep chord in me… this was very powerful.
P.S. I haven't read your short story yet – but I plan to do so soon! Thanks for sending it 🙂
Thanks, David, I’m glad it moved you. No hurry on the short story, I appreciate you reading it! 💝🎈
The heartbreak, the breaking away, it is so palpable and saddening. The feeling of loss in such way, it’s almost as if you lose a part of yourself while gaining another reflection. Beautifully and brilliantly composed, poetess! ❤ ❤ Such powerful, moving writing.
Thanks, Lucy! I suppose we do gain a reflection of ourselves through love and loss. So happy it moved you! 💝🎈
Thanks for sharing..
A great image to start with. And the bursting pain of the panoramic ache at the end. Truly lovely. Thank you. 💕
Pleased it resonated with you! ❤🎈❤
‘a panoramic ache’ – oooh, that’s palpable pain!
Thanks, Ingrid! I love the word panoramic now, I’m gonna have to play with it again. ❤
all that’s left”
Beautiful, yet haunting word choice. I felt that as a physical thing. Bravo.
Thanks, I appreciate your feedback! ❤
There’s a lot of ache in this one, letting go, then the pop and it’s gone, except that it’s not.
Thanks, Jane, I appreciate your thoughts! ❤🎈❤
Powerful words. Letting go is the hardest!
Thanks for your comment! 💝
You’re very welcome, Tricia! 💞
Thanks so much! 💖
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