Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Disappointment...the poetry continues


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She is imprisoned in thoughts. 

The rain washes her rough bones.

Making secrets tougher to hide. 

The future she sold herself into was for a poor price.

Mother didn't teach her to negotiate dreams for leftovers. 

Second hand paradise is all she will betroth.

Disappointment will forever be color of her eyes.



  


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10 comments:

  1. Elizabeth YoungJuly 12, 2011 at 2:52 AM

    Lovely, poignant piece of prose here Valerie, made me think... Thanks for sharing.

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  2. AmyJuly 12, 2011 at 7:21 AM

    Great job! The imagery is wonderful. :)

    Here's mine:

    http://amylunderman.blogspot.com/2011/07/poetry-schmoetry-blogfest.html

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  3. Brian MillerJuly 12, 2011 at 6:29 PM

    a harcsh reality...you paint a rather bleak picture...love the line on leftovers...it captures it well...

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  4. emmett wheatfallJuly 12, 2011 at 7:02 PM

    Lovely! First 3 lines of verse very powrful. Great write.

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  5. The PoetJuly 13, 2011 at 6:20 AM

    Powerful & sad.

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  6. AnonymousJuly 13, 2011 at 6:26 AM

    The 1st 3 lines caught my mood...beautiful imagery and powerful feel...! Well woven lines...

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  7. RandyJuly 15, 2011 at 4:52 AM

    Powerful. Good job.

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  8. AngelaJuly 15, 2011 at 12:33 PM

    This is so sad. You do a good job of portraying the feeling.

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  9. Empty Nest InsiderJuly 15, 2011 at 2:05 PM

    My favorite line is "mother didn't teach her to negotiate dreams for leftovers." You also paired it with the perfect picture. Julie

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  10. Precy LarkinsJuly 15, 2011 at 11:22 PM

    Beautiful! I also like the picture that accompanies it. :)

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