We were laughing because we survived
and then the world shook
with the tiny voice of a child
caught in a crevice of a deep
ravine; a lost lonely little song
bounced softly off canyons,
found itself to a cradle in the willows
and waited for a mother to listen.
We were dancing in the open meadow
when sky struck drum
with the sharp anger of a child
caught in an inescapable circle
of a strong-handed parent;
a stomped- foot, well-flung
indignant little sound
waiting for troops to come.
We were praying in a circle
and an answer came calling:
rescue me from this dark den
you have imprisoned me in
for I am your purest thought,
a weak voice you have strangled,
waiting to be unwound, to be born
again and again to become your real joy.
Author notes
We get soinvolved in being grown-up, we forget to enjoy life with the innocence of childhood.
"She is too little to have a big voice"
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A contest entry
- Maybe the words will inspire you by little-hug.
550 points, ended March 14, 2007, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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breath-taking...
I love poems that make me think and this is stunnning. The imagery and language is so poetic and dance on the page effortlessly.. 
I just want to say I am sorry that it has taken me so long to comment on your poem and judge this contest but I really appreciate you taking the time to enter
ellie
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thank you for saying it danced..I meant for it to dance around in circles..ashes, ashes, we all fall down...
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Awesome words you have penned here, yes we do get so caught up in living that we forget what it is to respect each and just have fun. We are adults but can forget once in a while and just have fun..
caught in a crevice of a deep crevice
ravine; a lost lonely little song
bounced softly off canyons,
fabulous words here, stunning deep thought. I wish you luck
Becky
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ty zochit2me.... I am jsut checking in and saw this...I appreciate you stopping by.
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"caught in a crevice of a deep crevice
ravine; a lost lonely little song
bounced softly off canyons,
found itself to a cradle in the willows"
Ahhh...How very sweet & wise this penning is, my Sister...How very filled with Truth...Good luck in the contest, my dear Friend...little-hug, the contest host, is the one who started the "pay it foward" contests on AP...
Wanda
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Oh, I did not know that....well then...I am glad this came out the way it did
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