People say that the boy is stuck in
poverty; that he'll never escape.
Yet from across the water, the trees
rise up like helium balloons.
The little boy laughs and smiles in
wonder.
This was written for this week's Trifecta Writing Challenge. We were supposed to write 33 words on one photograph. This is the one I chose:
Beauty in the most unlikely of places. Well done.
ReplyDeletehope always rises. :)
ReplyDeleteAll in the eye of the beholder...
ReplyDeleteI love poems with hope and wonder. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteI love the trees as balloons. And the wonder of the boy.
ReplyDeleteSomething really peaceful in this and hope. Loved the metaphor for trees.
ReplyDeleteI want a tree balloon! (: Such a lovely little description.
ReplyDeleteI can imagine the boy grasping the helium balloon and rising above his situation. Nice work!
ReplyDeleteI like the sense of hope in this piece.
ReplyDeleteA child with hope if never stuck. Very well written.
ReplyDeleteOh that bright side! Nice.
ReplyDeleteThis is refreshing - it's so nice to read something hopeful. :D
ReplyDeleteBlessings,
Cheryl
Children see hope. If that weren't true, who knows where humankind would be.
ReplyDeleteThe woods can be very magical, indeed, when you are a kid.
ReplyDeleteI love the optimism in this piece!
ReplyDeleteAnd I didn't even notice the palms or the water until now, and I've looked at the pic a ton!
Love that image of the trees rising like balloons; beautiful little piece.
ReplyDeleteThis made me go aww..so sweet-love the positive vibe of hope:-)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful picture painted with words
ReplyDeleteI didn't even see those before you pointed them out. Lovely.
ReplyDeletei couldn't comment when i read originally (from my phone) but i had to come back b/c i really loved this. i didn't see the trees till you pointed them out either, and i just adore the beauty in this piece.
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