The child in the picture was blind
Grey hair in monochrome
Blonde in real life
Of course she had no real life
Just a shutter speed too fast
And a smile that wouldn't last
In the frame that caged the grey
Purple prism of the past
A girl imprisoned
Caught in glass
And she knew it wouldn't last
Cut the paper
Cut the child
There's no sedative
Too mild
No aqua vitae any more
No lamb's milk to cleanse the sore
Cut the paper
Cut the child
It's another record filed
In a field that's freshly mown
We can't see the new seeds sown
Please tell me what you think
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You always amaze me dear freind. I thought I didn't truly understand this, it seems that you are telling the story of a ghost child. A child that amazes those around them. You have a way with words that I only wish to have. Your friend in Poetry, Mysty Rain
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Ooohhh....what a beautiful tragedy you've illustrated with your finely crafted words. This is so subtle, yet not so cryptic that the meaning is utterly lost. Truly lovely.
The repetition was very well-placed and it added to the emotional impact of this piece.
Your rhyme is expert in it's rythm and unforced flow.
Overall, just GREAT!
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You manage to bring forth beauty even out of the sadness. Great Poetry!
Peace in light and love
Noah
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superb work
this is very deep - that means good poetry. love the line purple prism of the past, this poem brings life with it and i enjoyed reading this, well done. -
Excellent~
I love this. Just awesome.
Joe
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