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Child of light
Child dark inside
Child so innocent
Child most kind
Child who watches
Child who's waiting
Child always forgotten
Child that loved
Child knows hatred
Child most willing
Child too uncouth
Child outward, inward
Child moreover crude
Child most suffered
Child so silent
Child stifled cry
Years went by
Resided in light
Acknowledged only darkness
Perceive all guiltless
Constantly ever kind
One who watches
Still patiently waiting
Who now wishes to stay hidden
Some with love
Others embraced hatred
A heart willing
One too uncouth
Still inward, outward
Always so crude
Still knows suffering
Living quiet life
Cries eternally unheard
Years gone by
The cycle turns
Which child
Were you
Child dark inside
Child so innocent
Child most kind
Child who watches
Child who's waiting
Child always forgotten
Child that loved
Child knows hatred
Child most willing
Child too uncouth
Child outward, inward
Child moreover crude
Child most suffered
Child so silent
Child stifled cry
Years went by
Resided in light
Acknowledged only darkness
Perceive all guiltless
Constantly ever kind
One who watches
Still patiently waiting
Who now wishes to stay hidden
Some with love
Others embraced hatred
A heart willing
One too uncouth
Still inward, outward
Always so crude
Still knows suffering
Living quiet life
Cries eternally unheard
Years gone by
The cycle turns
Which child
Were you
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r.a.i.n.r.a.i.n.
i
[finally]
changed all my plants
to cacti.
now they won't die
if i forget
to care for them
too.
Literature
Shatterglass Memories
We hold in our hands
Memories in shattered glass baubles
that we have pieced together
fragment by fragment.
The shards are sharp and jagged
and cut our hands
as we build memories
of happy days.
The lifeblood of our bodies
spiderweb through the cracks
in those fragile figurines
because the glue of our hope
has been forever stained by it.
Place it in a cherished spot
on a shelf in your mind
to gather dust until a dark time
that comes so often
in our bleak and dreary lives.
Millions of fragments
are yet to be discovered
and made into memories
of a happy life.
Hand in hand
we walk barefoot down a path
littered with shards
Literature
December Rain
Through mist, through my eyes, I see I am blind
my soul hath no knowledge, heart hath no sight
through my ears the wind blows, cold as the night
deafening me to the sounds of my mind
The sun, his face shining, mocks me with light
his bright severe finger pointing at me
illuminates things I can't bear to see
nowhere to hide, I am faced with my plight
But rain falls, empathic, drowning my cry
her icy chill numbs me so I cannot
feel memories of a heart so distraught
thus consoling me with tears from the sky
And if the rain cannot drown my sorrow
She will cry with me until the morrow
Copyright 2010 Julia Rain Jeys Wellman. All Right
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- please comment if you can, i do appreciate constructive criticism-
'Child forgotten;
Who now wishes to remain hidden' - lines by "The Withness"
- please comment if you can, i do appreciate constructive criticism-
'Child forgotten;
Who now wishes to remain hidden' - lines by "The Withness"
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funny-I was lookin' at you cuz u won/shared the win in Doctrinaire's contest...I wrote a poem over 18 yrs ago that had a similar flow as the beginning of this one...I wrote it for my daughter & have since lost it-but I remember the first lines...nice to see this little reminder...
QuestingPoet is right about the flow-and his suggestion is a good one-a lot of the critique on here helps-I've benefited from it myself-(and I'm OLD!!)
I myself would have intermingled line-by-line in a kind of comparison of the "child types" but- that's just me!!! I actually understand what you were doing here-and I think that if you keep working at it you might figure a way to differentiate between the two without losing the "flow"...tho I don't always think "flow" matters as much as getting your meaning out there either...((are you confused yet??)) LOL...have a lovely day!!...
QuestingPoet is right about the flow-and his suggestion is a good one-a lot of the critique on here helps-I've benefited from it myself-(and I'm OLD!!)
I myself would have intermingled line-by-line in a kind of comparison of the "child types" but- that's just me!!! I actually understand what you were doing here-and I think that if you keep working at it you might figure a way to differentiate between the two without losing the "flow"...tho I don't always think "flow" matters as much as getting your meaning out there either...((are you confused yet??)) LOL...have a lovely day!!...