Gone, feet that would take me on my own
and brace against the going. No silent step
in midnight hour, nor toe to tip the music
of your deepest sleep. I am drug away
from your dangerous dreams.
“Come,” she whispered and slipped her fist
around my wrist; a vise of vengeance.
I have vanished. Into the underground
of shelter and skelter with other sad
daddies’ dolls. I left my shoes under your bed.
Author notes
Children enmeshed in their parent's chaos, often are secreted away from one parent by another..in so many ways.
this picture reminded me of so many little girls I met in programs. I met chidlren who were taken and hidden in the underground shelters. I have met mothers who had to take their chidlren against the children's wills because it was safest. I have met little girls who loved their abusive fathers more than their savior mothers. This picture so brought that too mind, especially when I saw she had no feet.
Written July 29th, 2006
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A contest entry
- Your words.................... by Lavender Butterfly.
300 points, ended July 30, 2006, 4 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Thank you, Wanda. That picture spoke volumes to me..and the poem charged out of me.
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"Gone, feet that would take me on my own and brace against the going. No silent step in midnight hour, nor toe to tip the music of your deepest sleep..." How haunting & beautiful this penning is, my Sister...ravaged with aching, savaged by sorrow...brilliant imagery, overflowing with tears...& with strength...Congratulations on winning the gold, Carol...
Wanda
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thank you, Lilac Butterfly. Every once in a while, I remember some of the people I worked with, adults, children, men, and it comes out in a poem such as this.
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This is so extremely intense and filled with deep emotion. A very attention grabing write. Thank you for sharing and good luck in my contest... x LB
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