Liquid Ladders

Dorothy climbs up her liquid ladders

Ascending to her secret heaven

She beats on her soul

Clamoring for attention

 

Night comes and under the stars

Dorothy visits with the planets position

Seeing rainbows within Saturn’s rings

While Grandfather Moon tends the harvest

 

Peering out of cracks

Of her silken aloneness

She tends to the webs of her

Woven fantasy

 

The burgundy overtones

Have scorched their names

Within the echoes

Of her memories

 

Shrill and bray words

Erupt from her

In bouts of

Ceaseless movement

 

And I fear time drawing closer

Closing in

I feel small

Because it is not my fight

 

Dorothy and I, so similar;

At different times

We tread in the same shoes,

See through the same mirror

 

Yet we are not the same,

And although I have the sensation

That I am forever on a see-saw

With Dorothy on the other end

 

I have to let the dervish spin,

The tides draw out,

And the sun set,

So she can learn to live again

 

 

Reviews

[Jenny Nelson]

Lots to think about here. I think we can all fill in the blanks of "Dorothy for me is___, and she came to be because ___."

"Dorothy climbs up her liquid ladders
Ascending to her secret heaven
She beats on her soul
Clamoring for attention"

What an excellent beginning. Really grabs my attention. Very thought provoking. Mysterious.

[Bhuyanshi Talukdar]

Dear Tracie Skarbo,
I recently read your poem "Liquid Ladders" and I wanted to express how deeply it resonated with me. Your words are a beautiful and poignant exploration of the human experience, and they capture the complexities of emotion and thought that we all face as we navigate our lives.

I was struck by the vivid imagery in your poem, particularly the way that you use metaphor and symbolism to convey the themes of the piece. The image of Dorothy climbing up her liquid ladders and tending to the webs of her woven fantasy is both haunting and beautiful, and it speaks to the power of imagination and creativity in our lives.

What I appreciated most about your poem was the way that it explores the themes of connection and isolation, and the ways in which we are all both similar and unique in our experiences. Your words are a reminder that we are all on our own journeys, but that we are never truly alone, and that the connections we make with others are what give our lives meaning and purpose.

Thank you for sharing your work with the world. Your poem is a testament to the power of language and creativity to help us make sense of the world around us, and to the beauty and complexity of the human experience.

[Unspoken poet]

I really love this write, this is so good.

[Eagle Cruagh]

This exquisite expression
has brought great memories of of an exciting writer.
THANK YOU
--- John Crowley (Eagle Cruagh)

[Sami Khalil]

"Peering out of cracks
Of her silken aloneness
She tends to the webs of her
Woven fantasy

The burgundy overtones
Have scorched their names
Within the echoes
Of her memories"

[Sami Khalil]

Wonderful as title and poem in all aspects. Thank you ma'm for sharing...:)..............

[zainul]

The beauty of this piece is the magical use of words and imageries.
I hope the poet will explain a little to unfold the background or mystery
surrounding the awesome work.

[lee von cleef]

The enabler,now time to grow up wrinkle grow old,nah I will go skinny dip.

[Geminair]

wow,im quite blown away,beautiful and expressive art totally at its best,anything else i could say wouldn't do it justice

Delightfully written, out of some hunting need, I can relate too. The grass is always greener on the other side, and the longing is burning in your heart... Very well expressed and loved the facts you used... Your sensitivity is high. :) as I loved to read this. ;)