clock ticking
in time to the
drumming of fingertips
wine left untouched,
coffee my choice now
I search for
the timid child,
heart full of love
instead I find angst
and fear in this teen's
rough form
silver tongue wagging,
spitting venomous bile
continuing to strike
with unwritten words
on an imaginary notebook
arrows of hatred
missing their target,
frustration continues
to wash over her in waves
finally,
acknowledgement that
this war of wills
is not hers to win
words need not pass her lips,
only an embrace between
mother and daughter
Author notes
Option Word Bank
wine
silver
clock
coffee
rough
timid
wash
mother
notebook
unwritten
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A contest entry
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1000 points, ended April 7, 2008, 14 entries
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Comments
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a write to show feelings
Love does dwell in life , has it all been forgoten. Where is the little one I carried , the little one I loved, God fill this emptynes we now share...mac
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Thank you mac for your comment. One can only hope, that the love and guidance shines through in the end. Juls
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Oh I felt this one, and I know how much it hurts deep inside. Love, C
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Sometimes words are not needed. Even for a poet.
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