She was shook until her teeth rattled
not a tear, not a cry, nothing
but yellow grief
making lakes of sorrow
on porous tile
not even bleach could disguise
In a list
A contest entry
- Piss Poor by Nicole Hanna.
300 points, ended February 21, 2007, 11 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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"making lakes of sorrow"
As I said earlier, you are such a class act, Carol...High road, indeed, my Friend...Congrats on the silver, Sweetie...
Wanda
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IMPACT
Glad you took the "high" road. There is so much anguish here that the reader feels a nearly physical pain,the sense of shame, belonging not to the protagonist, but the other, but felt only by the girl.
Haunting, there is a sad, innocent, nobility here somehow. Very full for such a short piece.
Now I'm ashamed of mine...
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Yes, a reality for so many little girls.... ty my pen friend.
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Yikes, it's so subtle, but so depressing. lol. My favorite kind of poetry!
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ty Anasuya... it is a subtle hint that there was more. Such I worked with..such I loved...such I helped get over their guilt and place it where it belonged..the hand that shook.
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