Above and away

by Dagmar Wilson   Nov 22, 2017


What you know of me
is a layer of paint on a canvas,
the real me you can't see.

Different colors
shapes, dots and stripes
is a version of my preexisting life.

Like a tree
growing on top of a hill,
I'm above and away from smooth talking, fast growing vines.

Their interpretation of me standing alone
is a sign of the unknown.

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  • 6 years ago

    by BlueJay

    I love the voice in this and how you managed to point out that while some stereotypes are sometimes beautiful in their effortless cliche' (like a tree standing on its own), there is still more than you could ever know about that tree that makes that sorrow all the more heartrending, or maybe even more closely equated to joy. Stunning write, with a creative lay out and a nice dependancy on imagery. Good luck in the weekly contest!

  • 7 years ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    The imagery here, both of the painting and the tree is so symbolic and beautifully expressed Dagmar. Love it :-) x
    =^.^=

  • 7 years ago

    by mossgirl19

    This is just so beautiful Ms. Dagmar.

  • 7 years ago

    by Risqué

    Lovely write.

  • 7 years ago

    by Brenda

    Dagmar, this really is lovely and a lot of thought with this write. The layers that make us up are complex and to show you've risen above the naysayers shows the strength you have. Hugs my friend!

    • 7 years ago

      by Dagmar Wilson

      Thank you Brenda and it feels good. Hugs to you

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