She carried her babe
to the arid corner where
they buried the children of starvation,
no tears, just her own inaudible sobs
as she lay it in the arms of
a keeper of the stony ground.
No winding sheet, no flowers,
only a hand-scooped
cradle formation at her feet.
Soon the warm uncaring earth
will swallow the tiny body.
Consume,
the very essence of her defeat.
A contest entry
- # 171 For Winklings and all AP friends: One of 2 issues! by Lyndon.
1750 points, ended April 21, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Powerful and immensely sad. I have a suggestion for this line: "Soon the warm uncaring earth "
"Soon the harsh barren earth"
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This is a soft but stark image
of life on the planet today and its concomitant punishment of the most vulnerable. Wonderful and simple 'lyric' in the true poetic sense of that word. Thank you.
Lyndon.
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Even they cannot bury them among the living,
Death always has its own sad place. -
I like this a lot. I didn't know there was a special place to bury children who die of starvation. Very moving.
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So sad!
This is written with such pathos & your write is so visual I can see this! Well done. So much so that I need to go & rest now! You should definitely enter this in a Contest!
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Thank you kathleen .
Sad but true.
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A stirring melancholey saddness brooding out of this one, stark imagery, moving the feelings of the soul in greif, this is a nice use of title, and quite a stark contrast, creating beauty in such darkness.
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Thank you Tirrell, sad indeed,
peace
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Oh, what an image! Very poignant and you cleverly write this without poetic flourish to convey the bland waste of this devastating subject. Well done...alby
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