Poetry is an act of peace. – Pablo Neruda
Oh, I love these lines:'the breeze gently touchingwhat is real and what is imaginaryemotion falling into linebehind the painted billboards'There is so much truth here, what is real and what is imaginary and also the feelings we hide behind the painted facade.Wonderful piece. :)
I could spend all day playing with the Koi on your sidebar... lol
It's the painted billboards that does it for me. Along with the sand and breezes they evoke a touristy summer for me.
Nice... I keep returning to those last two lines.
Imaginary emotion behind painted billboards is cryptic and interesting.
What a delight to be here Ellecee.. behind the painted bill boards made me stop..Thanks.. have tired a haiku weaving three words..hope you will visit..RS:)
There is a sense of weariness in this 'holiday'..painting on a smile..and putting on a pair of shorts can't quite change what's inside..also love the thought of the 'real' message being on the backs of billboards..jae
I want to thank everyone for coming to visit and commenting on my post. It is really good to see you here.
In reading this a number of times I could feel the uncertainty what with the sting, the falter and the imaginary. Then I realised how much I too felt this way as a teenager so many years ago as I was loosening family ties and experiencing life on my own with all my hopes and dreams ahead of me. A great piece to read and reread.
I like this a lot - 'feet that falter walking on sand' and the addition of billboards is brilliant.
This sounds like what often happens when one tries to escape any more: the familiar cliches and billboards, keeping one from truly escaping.