Behind the Facade

Sun rises,
Orange glow on dew covered grass
Gliding over the blue sky
Past the hills on the horizon
A race,
A race with the clouds and the wind
And the afternoon
Is the finish line

A pond,
Surrounded by a lush patch of grass
Gentle gusts of wind disturb
The murky surface of the water
Sun beams,
Light reflecting on the peaks
Of slowly flowing ripples
Floating valleys and mountains

Held down,
A glossy structure by sturdy chains
Rusting from years submerged
Gloomy, crepuscular water
A beauty,
Masked by spiralling etchings
Trapped inside a scarred shell
Truth shrouded in a magnificent lie

Lonely soul,
Forlorn yet not genuinely alone
Watching people stare back at him
Keen glimmers in their eyes
And yet,
They fail to see past the image
Oblivious to what’s lurking inside
Doing so well in hiding the pain

One figure,
Stands out from the crowd
Looks not keenly but with intent
Sees the ache behind the mask
Hope,
Now washes over the hollow structure
Flushing away the grief that once hid
Behind the stunning exterior

Not wistful,
The sensation of hope: overwhelming
Diminishing every feeling of agony
That had ever crossed mind
Sun sets,
Disappears behind sparse
Tree branches; skimpy leaves
And finally beneath the horizon

Sleep comes,
Without any demeaning thoughts
Dreams are peaceful, happy
Able to open up to the night air
Moon floats,
Up to the highest peak
In the navy blue sky
Lightly dappled with shining stars

A sound,
Tires scraping against loose gravel
Agile feet snapping twigs
Echoing through the once quiet
Awakened,
Roused from a tranquil slumber
Three silhouettes approach
One of which is recognized

They wade,
Into the knee deep water
And the fastens are cut
The structure is freed
Finally,
Lifted from the dreary pond
Droplets gliding down slick surface
Glistening in the moonlight; liquified diamonds

Distant sirens,
Blare into the night
Disturbing the calm
A once eerie hush
Agitation,
A sensation so great
The structure is left
Once more abandoned

A bush,
Is its only companion
Laying on the moss covered ground
No longer bound by rusting chains
But alone,
Completely
And truly
Alone

Author's Note

This was originally a story but I turned it into a poem. I thought it gave the piece more life, more soul. Anyway, please give me some advice, I'd really appreciate it. Of course, any feed back I would love.

***This piece is based on real events. In Ottawa (Glebe area) a statue of a Killer whale was stolen twice. This is the account of the first time, more of an attempt at stealing it rather than actually stealing it. Any facts addressed in this writing may not be exact.

This was written as a school assignment.

Reviews

[Monica]

I love it! I admire your talent for creating such vivid imagery and beautiful poetry. I think you made the right choice in making this a poem, rather than a story. I like the length, it allowed you to create the story you originally set out for but, like you said, it gave the piece more life.

Well penned and going into my favorites :) Keep writing!
Oh...I hope you got an excellent grade for this :)

[Cathy Wattam]

A beautiful, lyrical flow to this poem. great storytelling and probably far better as a poem than a story. I really enjoyed this, thank you.

[SlightlyOdd]

Thats nice i like the imagry it sounds nice

[Aehr]

really well sketched, like a drawing... the flow was really nice and i loved the last paragraph

[Kelsy]

It was worth the length.Nice and peculiar!.Brava

[Owlgirl]

This was amazing! The imagery and emotions just seep through the lines. I love it!

[SheActsLikeSummer]

*to say that to you

[SheActsLikeSummer]

Thank you everyone for your reviews. I really appreciate it and am too lazy to visit each and everyone of your pages to that you. You'll probably not see this, but thank you all the same! :)

[MoriartyMesa]

After reading that this is based on something of personal account in the note, my first thoughts came of OXFORD BLUES. A lot of parred and very enjoyable phrasing.

[$êlvån]

bit long but i loved it..