A delicate frame
Stooped by shame;
A little one
Drawing arches
In the sand
With a toe.
Chin on chest,
The guilt
Flows down
Dirt stained
Cheeks.
Dimpled fingers
With power enough
Only to bruise
The petals
Of a forbidden flower.
Eyes of fear
Reflect up
From under
Lowered lids.
The trespass;
The crime of being
A child.
A contest entry
- A distant melody-many options by Coco Mara.
600 points, ended October 23, 2007, 7 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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You could have written this one for the Invisible Youth. I am co-chairman of an organziation that feeds hungry, abandoned, homeless and run-a-way children and your poem reminded me of them. Please do write on!
Blessed Be~
)O(
DragonBlue
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Wow. This poem is sad and heartfelt. It reminds me of a lonely child who is placed in some sort of an abuseive life. Your poem was simply written, but its still very powerful.
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