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Pubescent

on the cusp
the vertiginous brink
and a dizzying daring leap between
then and there
their way home and this half way house
a precipice that spells recipe
for disaster for certain
ice and a slippery slope

the boy hangs back
limp and lolling in limbo
like all forsaken playthings
when the fun fizzled out
when he grew too old to cling
is it a must to just up and cut the string?
the toy balloon hangs hesitantly there
then off and away in a rush of air
wavering without even a wave
– hard to admit how much he misses it

Prompted by the WP daily challenge Precipice and invoked by my picture post: Too old for balloons as am uniting with others in the Poetry Pantry

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Author:

playing with photography @ eljaygee whilst Tell Tale Therapy has a weakness for words

26 thoughts on “Pubescent

  1. This is an excellent poem. I especially like the opening and this section:

    “the boy hangs back
    limp and lolling in limbo
    like all forsaken playthings”

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  2. This is so good, Laura….I love the slippery slope of growing too old to cling but still missing that toy balloon when it’s cut. Powerful.

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  3. 60-70 years ago it seemed to be much easier to break loose and do it alone, perhaps finances and other pressures are greater these days than then. But they will only know they can if they put on wings and fly.

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    1. thanks for all your zipping and lovely comment Tina – both blogs are in this theme and I know it can be hard to find the comment box at the bottom as there is such a big space between it and the post!

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