Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser Poet Prose Poetry

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- Forbidden - 8

Painting 7: FORBIDDEN


Before darkness steals the light of day,
entering as graceful as the morning mist
in the window ajar, the bitter breeze:
freezing me.

My light clothes short - dances with the curtain
but like the clouds, calm; I stand. My splayed
hands upon the glass condensation. 
I exhale in the cold, enduring dreams surge.
Over the years, my golden hair has grown 
an old rugged toy is my loyal company.
My eyes journey into the quiet of the world outside. 
I wonder what is beyond the sketch of towering trees
as each time the wind lullabies.
I behold their branches' dipping and bowing; 
I wish to smell the pines released, they tease.

I am a young girl and I am full of dreams.
Time races and I am forbidden; the limitless
horizon lures. Oh how long, I've wanted to reach, 
I've wanted to touch. I've wanted to fly, 
I even cried and shouted, I waited,
and waited but no one frees me.
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~~Inspired by the painting: Child in a Red Apron 
(L’Enfant au tablier rouge)
Berthe Morisot
French, 1841-1895~~

__Olive Eloisa D. Guillermo__

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James Fraser February 4, 2016 at 1:43 PM Soon this child shall escape the inside to revel outside as children do. Love the imagery in her mind, wonderful little one ~ hugs//James xx

Paul Callus February 1, 2016 at 10:41 AM Hi Olive_eloi:) Your take on this picture is very creative. Tackling it from a 'forbidden' point of view works well....also leaves a lot for the reader to ponder upon. Hugs:) // paul

Funom Makama February 1, 2016 at 8:02 AM Great poetic expressions enveloping mind blowing lines. You've maintained your standard of impressing sound minds and I am definitely one of those you've wowed. Great work friend

Bl Devnath January 23, 2016 at 9:33 AM Excellent poem my lovely friend. Hugs,bl

Kp Nunez January 21, 2016 at 8:41 AM Oh this is a wonderfully unique interpretation! Soar high, Olive! hugs! Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser January 22, 2016 at 3:25 AM Wahhhh, Kim this painting is really hard to interpret, somewhat lil hazy oooops... hence i did a lil research on the inspiration of this painting and background plus further get a bigger picture.. =`)thanks much!!! Im all satisfied to finish the challenge.. =`)

Wilfred Aniagyei January 21, 2016 at 5:19 AM Forbidden, trapped.... separate from the view, though enjoying the view...... A lovely series, Olive Wilfred Aniagyei January 24, 2016 at 10:50 AM That is sad, Olive...... Although you did a great job to take us back to those sentimental feelings of old. Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser January 22, 2016 at 3:21 AM Wilfred, Yes, I somehow see myself in this picture when I was a child, I wanted to go out play with other kids but I wasn't allowed.. some other inspirations, is rapunzel, and in cases where a disease prevents someone to be with others..