Nobody's child

by Lonely Rider   Dec 20, 2011


She stared at the
unreachable heaven,
Beyond winding staircase
of iron fisted
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Lewd glance
of hawkers and sweepers
peek through her
weather-beaten frock

-Nobody's child-
Sew ungrateful garlands
of Jasmine and Red roses,
to nurture a wrinkled childhood.

Among immutable chaos
she S l o w l y sighs
at the flickering dream
hidden behind
a shadowed moon.

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  • 12 years ago

    by Decayed

    Love this. I have stumbled across this, and I thought I commented... a greeat piece where stretching Skyscrapers vertically just put that image of the very high building in your head, and the slowly part, too. But those weren't what enticed me. I liked the vividness here, and the fast pace of some beautiful imagery. The child abuse topic is such a realistic subject, and you conveyed here amazingly. Awesomely done.

  • 12 years ago

    by TJ Arizona Eagle

    Always a delight to read your work. Unique and brilliantly creative. Your layout was eye catching, wording was well thought out and meant to keep the reader interested. Awesome as always

  • 12 years ago

    by Hellon

    This poem has so many things going for it. I loved how you have stretched the word skyscrapers to depict the high of them.

    Your second stanza gave such vivid imagery of a child exploited...I know a lot of third world countries have very young children sewing beads and bubbles for a mere pitance...very sad really. In you last line of this stanza I wondered at first about the use of the word wrinkled but then I thought...so much nicer than screwed up....that was my interpretation of this word in the end.

    Again, I liked how you set slowly up in the last stanza to make the reader slow down and digest what is being said here.

    I always enjoy your poetry and this one is no exception...very well done.

  • 12 years ago

    by Lioness

    I love the way you have payed this poem out. The way you wrote skyscraper as if the words were tall themselves. Also the break between the word slowly as if we were supposed to read it that way

    I enjoyed this read and think it was well written

    x

  • 12 years ago

    by NightFlyer

    A very vivid image you've painted of this child of the city wandering out in the heartless streets. You've captured a street person's cold reality here. Evokes Bob Dylan's song 'Like a Rolling Stone' as I read this. But I feel her determination and struggle to find some hope despite her miserable circumstances. Thanks for sharing!

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