Isn’t there enough stoney
lifelessness pelting like hail,
chasing children down alleyways,
too scared to scream, safety’s lap now
gone, a void, missing, but where?
Pulling that tooth for no reason,
sandpapering the old child’s heart,
spoonfeeding loss? Alas.
For Dverse 6/3/2016
Wow.. very nicely done! A powerful poem.
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Thanks so much. I apologize for not having mastered Mr. Linky yet.
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the whole poem sums up in a single word “Alas.”…powerful lines…
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Thanks so much for looking for the poem. It must be my 80 years that interferes with my mastering the Mr. Lucky…
Nan
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I think pain can be handled in many ways.. But picking at scabs is not the best way to heal a wound.
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You’re right.
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Maybe that’s why it’s hard to write an elegy…
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Truly a loss when children have no place of safety…I can relate. It leaves them floundering. This is a raw message, Nan, thanks for sharing. There are two links up for you but neither one connected to a poem. I’m assuming this one was written for the elegy prompt.
Gayle ~
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Yes, thanks for looking it up. I have a Ph.D. and still can’t master Mr. Linky…
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