Soft, though her heart knows it well
Her part played, the empty shell
Every secret stayed, tucked hell
Where ever she settled, sunk pell-mell
On foreign soil and strange hand
Leading away from the brown land
Forever unshored, her boat unmanned
No flesh to call her own, nor home
Attached to warm thought nor ever brought
The solace to a sparrow, soul sold and bought
I am a lost arrow, a drum, cold, a flower in drought
Volumes of sad sighs, eyes sought
Even for one sign where her ancients roam.
Author notes
Inner, outer rhyme....but time was...when I would ahve paid any cost to no longer be the lost.
Written August 20th, 2006
In a list
A contest entry
- Contest: Who Are You?(Acrostic Challenge)7{Trophy Collection only} by mzblondemoments.
300 points, ended September 1, 2006, 3 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I can not begin to explain the loneliness an adopted child feels. There is no love great enough to completely fill it...and I was greatly loved. I can not imagine those children who were sent off and adopted and there was not great love. How did they ever, how do they, cope?
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"The solace to a sparrow, soul sold and bought
I am a lost arrow, a drum, cold, a flower in drought
Volumes of sad sighs, eyes sought
Even for one sign where her ancients roam."
Sighhh...Ahhh, my Sister...What a beautifully mournful penning this is...Palpable in its passionate yearnings for family & a sense of Self...The ancients watch over you & guide your Path towards home, my dear Friend...Life is far too brief, Carol...I'm glad you're here with us, dear Lady...& wish you only Peace...Good luck in the contest, Sweetie...
Wanda
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This is a very heartfelt poem that was obviously written with a lot of emotion. I can not even venture to comprehend the feelings that you have had, but you have given me a good idea of what it might be like with your words. Thank you for sharing and good luck in the contest.
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So many, I have worked with, as youth and adults, ahve this same sense of longing. Not always can they put a name to it. Yes, the long road home was full of wonderful things. all I evr wished for has foudn its way home, as well.
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TY wishingtreeUK. And ty for heads up for not copying it all. hugs.
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Thank you shewolfnative, for your entry to my contest. This is an impressive piece comming from the minds eye of an adopted child. I can truly sense the emptyness and longing you have felt not knowing to whom you really belonged. Extraordinary imagery and metaphor in these lines:
"On foreign soil and strange hand
Leading away from the brown land
Forever unshored, her boat unmanned
No flesh to call her own, nor home"
Very impressive piece!!!
Best of luck in the contest!!!
I see through reading your comments you have found your family and I truly hope it gives you the knowledge and comfort of who you are.
~much love~
carol
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There is such a strong thread of needing to belong woven throughout your poem Carol, how very difficult and heart-rending it must have been for you during these anxious years of searching!
I am so pleased you found your family after your earnest efforts to find them.
You have done very well with your acrostic, I love to read this form, it's not always easy to come up with something that flows well etc, however, you have managed to do just that.
Well Done!
~Katie~
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Soalce for an adopted child is difficult those first years. Then throught he teens, more tulmultuous. Until I found my family, there was always a longing and one always feels a stranger in life. The very core of who I am is this beginning.
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Nicely done. A very beautiful and poetic piece here. A very pleasant read. Good luck. James
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Funny where these come from....but, in truth....I am lonesome for my ancients.
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Sadness reels in emotions in this finely crafted acrostic piece.
Expressive and good tight lines.Topic is self confessed wisdom gained.~~Suseann
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