Wind blows dusty upon dampened tears
that learn, too soon, not to fall,
not to mark the moments,
not to want what cannot be found.
Not to ask
what strange twists of fate
left me here and you there.
There
In a land of wonders;
of many doors in wooden houses
and buildings that touch the sky,
There,
where grass grows green
and bounty granted
plentifully squandered;
There,
where doctors heed the call:
tummy aches and temper tantrums…
You don’t watch your children die
by lack of aid;
resigned to comfort
while ignoring the questionable length
of your own fate.
In a list
A contest entry
- PIF 20/100 by Laura Lamarca.
550 points, ended November 5, 2007, 6 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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This really speaks you know. I am enjoying my morning stroll through these pieces. Bravo again.
~Pamela 
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Congrats on the Gold! You certainly earned it! This is so delicately and beautifully expressed!
Best wishes to you.
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thank you
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Great job. Congratulations on the GOLD. Whoo Hoo!! ~Pamela
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Very well done here, thanks for entering and good luck in the judging! La x
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thanks for the shiny cup it means a great deal to me. congrates to all.
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Wow this is such a gripping powerful piece! Gold for sure. So thought provoking and pwoerfully penned.
All the best with this.
Gaylene
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Wow. You certainly gripped this prompt with gusto. Heartfelt and faith questioning. Well done poet! Best of luck in the contest. ~Pamela
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