Scatterlings and strays,
left behind, unneeded, unwanted.
They drift like so much flotsam
Upon a memory tossed sea.
They live.
Waifs and gamins,
abandoned by lifes promises.
They grow strong, tough like weeds
Pushing up through broken roads.
They live.
It's another world, we're uninvited.
A contest entry
- {Paying It Forward} by Never.Give.Up.
505 points, ended July 2, 2008, 6 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Feel free to be as critical (or not) as you like...
Comments
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I like the "scatterlings" take you gave this... drifting on a memory tossed sea, abandoned by life yet they live. Congratulations on the gold.
Marlene -
Cool, I like the orginallity of this piece and the depth of it.
Great work and I wish you well in the contest.
Rose
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