Reaching for Photo Challenge 28 Climbing the Walls

Image Credit : Laura A Lord - at:  ghost-of-a-gone-girl@DeviantArt

Image Credit : Laura A Lord – at: ghost-of-a-gone-girl@DeviantArt

I can hear you
Dear departed summer boy
You’re trickling up and down these walls
With every jagged breath
My wretched heart calls
And I’m floating
Not afraid that I may fall

I can touch you
Ephemeral as summer rain
Like electricity beneath my palms
I’m trembling now
No whispers can calm
I’m just climbing
While sensations swiftly swarm

I can taste you
Salt from tears upon my skin
Behind these walls your hunger waits
And with each moment
My fears abate
I’m just praying
That my revelation’s not too late

I can reach you
Climbing walls to heaven’s door
As I levitate my soul is trying
Inch by inch
All gravity defying
And as we touch
My soul resplendent, falls here sighing

(c) Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

For mindlovemisery’s prompt at:

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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11 Responses to Reaching for Photo Challenge 28 Climbing the Walls

  1. LauraALord says:

    “Dear departed summer boy” That line just struck me so hard. You have so much talent. I really, really hope you come visit us at The Reverie and submit for the magazine. πŸ˜€

    • Thanks so much, I’d be delighted. I am following the reveries blog and will look into it In mOre detail on the weekend …my working week is usually m ad so it can be hard to have enough time to write! πŸ™‚ Also, the photo is incredible…when I saw it I couldn’t resist writing something even though I was supposed to be getting ready for work!! πŸ™‚

  2. Fascinating Helen, an excellent take on the image. I like how you have used the senses as an important part of each stanza, well done.

  3. Helen,
    this is fine writing and i very much like the images and the point of view.
    My best to you

  4. Oh wow Helen this just extraordinary, I wish I could put it into words but this poem invokes such a strong and indescribable feeling within

  5. I felt every word. I was actually transported right inside your poem. The electricity, the summer rain. Lovely!

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