Suffered cold indifference
I’m born unto this world.
Lessons to be learned
ingrained with life’s first breath.
Shock, then joy
with the affectionate love
of mothers first embrace.
A second place sensation.
Would I have appreciated
mothers loving touch
without cold air affronting me
amidst the suffering of birth?
Skinned knees and birthdays.
First kisses and teenage brawls.
Lessons of pain and pleasure
experienced throughout my life.
These things when mixed,
with blood, sweat and tears
is the mortar between,
building blocks, of character.
The essence of my being.
The sum of life itself
would cease to exist
if not for suffering and joy.
Author notes
http://degare.deviantart.com/art/11-Justice-28651351
Prompt: Shakespeare's "Hamlet"
Act One , Scene three - Lines 18 - 20
" For he himself is subject to his birth,
He may not , as unvalued person's do,
carve for himself, for on his choice depends"
In a list
A contest entry
- A Tear and a Smile - Winklings #93 by Lyndon.
900 points, ended June 24, 2008, 13 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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ohh forgot the clappy claps!
Silly me
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Wow, this is perfect!
Exactly what i wanted to see~
Yep~ you guessed it!
you have talent!
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good poem. very enjoyable read. well done. looking forward to judging. emma
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Lovely simple take on the prompt, and a really good read.
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Beautifully written! I really like the last stanza, which sums it up marvelously. Congratulations on the Bronze!
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Life teaches and stays to make sure the lessons are learned, and we must find that we need to learn and be open. This is a very thoughtful poem, very well done. Thank you for this fine entry into the contest and best of luck on the judging...PK
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