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under the pink peppercorn tree



desolate
on a bench made from
old railway tracks
crafted by her fathers hands

the cold night air
burnt lips
and froze time
within a torpid mind

the moon watched on helplessly

pity shining through his big, blue eyes


his pale light touching her ghostly, tear-soaked face

tortured by her own existence

knowing all too well...



s h e   w a s   n e v e r   m e a n t   f o r   t h i s   w o r l d

 

 

 

 

Author notes

i must have been sitting in the cold winters air for hours staring blankly through an empty mind - the beginning of my breakdown, the lowest, most frightening experience of my life. existing purely as self-punishment, not because i wanted to... a scary thought indeed

the moon... when i was a child i always coloured his eyes blue, not sure why, just did, so he has too.

although the railroad bench is real & was made by my dad, that night was a turning point in my life. my parents were the only ones there for me. when i look back i see the bench as the support & love my parents provided. the railroad tracks as "waiting to move forward". the pink peppercorn tree, planted by my mother, the shelter i needed.

it's funny how you can put so much energy, support and love into someone even when you're struggling yourself - but when you need it returned, they turn their back.

do unto others as they would do unto you...

that's what i say

xx

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  • charcoal
    September 26

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    now i know what you mean by the rollercoaster... yeah i pretty much lost faith in humanity.


    i loved reading your an and how you incorporated everything into the poem, gave me a glimpse into the process of writing this, which is always interesting.

    i loved the detail of the bench made from old railway tracks... immediately gave it a sense of place, an authenticity.


  • Lencio Rodrigues
    July 28

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    Beautiful and sad, and i so loved this write with so much imagery and IMAGES. I certainly liked the railtrack bench your father crafted, that why i said image. I also specially liked the reference you made here (although I've read it in many writes including one of mine) about the moon watching helplessly, it sounds nicer in this write. Thanks for the very descriptive author's notes, which makes this write all so very interesting.

    Thanks for sharing this one, im glad it cought my eye.

    Love and light,

    Lencio


  • Rick Weston silver member
    July 27

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    scary and sad. The poem is well written and a beautiful testament of just part of how you are meant for this world. as much as I like this poem, I find your note wonderful as well with the meaning filled in to the tree, the bench, etc. You truly have the vision of a poet.

  • Strangedaze
    July 27
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    I most vigorously disagree!!!

    Of course you were meant for this world. Otherwise we wouldn't have been able to read this. Nothing for no reason.


  • aanika
    July 25

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    the cold night air
    burnt lips

    i love how you say 'cold' and then 'burnt'. it's a nice juxtaposition. i also love how you personified the moon and gave him eyes. your imagery is fantastic. thanks for sharing.

  • aanika
    July 25
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    the cold night air
    burnt lips

    i love how you say 'cold' and then 'burnt'. it's a nice juxtaposition. i also love how you personified the moon and gave him eyes. your imagery is fantastic. thanks for sharing.


  • Eric Marsh
    July 25
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    mm

    a nice biographical poem, emmotive and poignant,,,well done,,and keep well


  • deercatcher
    July 22

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    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schinus
    Pink Peppercorn tree
    From me
    A tree man
    Named Moon


  • Allyce May gold member
    July 21

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    That is some dark stuff right there. You really know how to make it hurt! Especially with that last line.

    Good stuff


  • hisaddiction
    July 21
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    aww, kitten...this is beautifully sad De. Love the emotion.


  • Beautiful-Loser82
    July 21
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    Very powerful imagery. I feel that way sometimes. Nicely done!

  • tunafan
    July 21

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    Question? Why would you think the moon eye's would be blue? I find it very intersting. I love the railroad bit, thats what caught my eye.

    • TheLyricsArePoetry gold member
      July 21
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      thanks for your comment. the moon... when i was a child i always coloured his eyes blue, not sure why, just did. i also see the moon as being so lonely and sad up there all on his own. i used the "blue eyes" to portray his own sadness - a connection between the two of us.

      i'm glad you like the railroad bit. although the railroad bench is real & was made by my dad, that night was a turning point in my life. my parents were the only ones there for me. when i look back i see the bench as the support & love my parents provided. the railroad tracks as "waiting to move forward". the pink peppercorn tree, planted by my mother, the shelter i needed.

      sorry for the long explanation... but you did ask xx


  • No Quarter
    July 17

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    very powerful language and imagery, especially "the cold night air
    burnt lips
    and froze time
    within a torpid mind"
    which got me the most.


  • Origami Shapes
    July 17
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  • Antipodi
    July 17

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    Such a vivid image is conjured up by your verse dear poet one feels deeply the melancholy of the subject


  • glenn shannon silver member
    July 15
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    wow hun this has the ohhh factor and your an was just as powerful great sad piece .

    • TheLyricsArePoetry gold member
      July 15
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      mwah! thank you. i'll never forget it and i'm happy to have it all behind me now. it was quite the struggle

      all smiles and happiness now xx


  • DeJaBlue gold member
    July 15

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    Boy this one is powerful. It touchs that part of you that makes you wanna smooth back one's hair and say "Shhh..it'll be ok."


  • xXGoddessofPainXx
    July 12

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    I love it very cool piece indeed. I think it's short on one hand but the meaning is really nice on the other. The beginning isn't what I like it's the end.. The last three lines are really powerful and amazing. Thanks so much


  • Cup-a-Joe
    July 12

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    What makes this more powerful than mere words is your AN.
    Welcome back into the warmth.

    Joe


  • Daizee silver member
    July 11

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    his pale light touching her ghostly, tear-streaked face
    Some powerful words there, my friend.


  • individuality gold member
    July 11

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    ah the pale sighs of light capturing tears, cold air, i forget sometimes with hemispheres as it is so warm here at the moment i tend to think everywhere is the same. to dance in sorrow's whispers, where time wraps the spirit into knots. a good poem.


  • Emmyb gold member
    July 11

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    the moon, ghosts, frost, burns - wow, this is an intense piece this is great.


  • blueyez
    July 11
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    the last line was amazing!!! I love it!!!

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