I feel the pounding rhythm of the rain
memories of her dance through my head
mixed with flashes of lighting that skirt town.
She is a child of the wind, grown from
fear in desperate hours, breath confused
as love scars bleed through screams
of loneliness. Dark essence teeters on the
brink of death where her soul was pierced,
painful spirit and shadows tempt deliverance
to eternal rest.
Her age torn to shreds by mistakes of past,
dreams change as if whims...to pour honey
out that would heal this tattered soul.
Blue eyes turned gray, blond hair matted,
cloths unkempt, unsmiling face of a pregnant
runaway youth. She duplicates life of her mother.
Kept in a grocery cart are the few belongings and
a navy peacoat with the pocket eaten out by rat,
that has become her pillow.
Her heart broken with the knowledge that Santa
is a myth who will never visit again, the tears
harden leaving silence. She stands on the cliff,
to sigh thoughts of how old mountains drip
with sunset and God will help her fly to the
strawberry horizon as she leans into space.
Author notes
Prompt number 9-The old mountains drip with sunset
A contest entry
- The Coffee House Prompt Challenge: Round 5 by Ceridwens Soul.
1050 points, ended October 26, 2008, 9 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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a good poem, sad in its truth, i am sure there are real lives who do just that, lean into space and let go.
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What a moving poem! Congratulations on silver.
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You took this prompt and made it fly. The emotions you have show in this piece are staggering. Drama and poignancy pulsate from this write. Stunning
Thank you so much for sharing
Jem and Ju
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Excellent
Such a wonderful take on the prompt. So very well done. Best of luck in the contest.
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Penman
I could have sworn I had sent you five star. I appreciate your thoughtful comments and appreciate your support for my creativity. Thanks again
Dan
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A poignant tale, enhanced dramatically by stark imagery and energetic flow. Very well done.
Good luck,
Bill
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Outstanding
This poem is so full of sadness. You bring the desperation of her world a live in front of our eyes. I especially liked the first stanza which included some excellent imagery really dark and inspiring. Over all a poem with a lot of depth and emotion. Best of luck in the contest.
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Excellent write.
Well my friend, you have written a poem full of sadness and emotion. Very poignant with stark imagery that parallels real life for many unfortunate forgotten souls. So much wealth in this country and yet still such a disparity between rich and poor. What a wonderful poem my friend. So deserves a trophy!!!!!!!!!
Always pleasure to read your poetry my friend. Take care. Hugs and Smiles.
Bless You,
Sandy
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Chilling...
This really touches a nerve. The old should not face such dispair, but that is the fate of so many who are alone and feel unloved. Well done!
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Thank you for your entry, good luck!
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