Those knees...they bled
Those limbs stumbled
upon small secrets,
you left on your way;
but all I could, was
hold out a pink handkerchief
and secure it around your wound,
with a tiny promise.
Our hide and seek.
You hid, I sought.
With our softball.
I threw it, for you to grab.
We played...till yesterday.
I hid and waited long. You never came to seek.
I opened my hands to grab the ball. You never threw it.
our pink piece of cloth
lie in the puddled floor...stained
in crimson secrets...
I saw you run
through that puddled alley,
leaving behind your
on my once pink handkerchief...
my crimson secrets.
Your knees...they bleed again.
And today you seek me, while I hide no more.
You see me here, but I now stand far.
But I have something I found then...when we played...before.
Something I chose to forgive...then.
Something I ought to tell you now -
Your beauty mask. It has a hole.
Wow. I am shocked at your age especially with writing something so meaningful and thought provoking.
I like how you use childhood games within the piece to mask something child like when in all honesty it isn't. This piece shows (I feel) that in your short life you have loved and been hurt. I do believe though that Ether is correct and the bleeding of knees is for beauty and attraction being lost but also, love.
What an inspirational piece or free verse.
This really is a very moving and nostalgic piece of writing that I actually found quite chilling. It is beautifully written, especially for one so young.
Keep up the good work; your poetry gets better and better.