Sunday, April 20, 2014

Sweet Candy Kisses - The Children's Blues

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Sweet Candy Kisses - The Children's Blues

There
on the bridge they stood
Rocking on small bare feet
clutching twice stolen candy
in their pockets 
Letting the sway of the wind
blow away the sharp ache in
her sparrowed shoulder bone - 
the open mess of his split lip
Letting all go in the sway 
as though they stood cradled in
a sturdy crevasse of a huge limb
holding them safe, sticky candy
waiting like kisses in their pockets – 
until his florid raging face faded 
and with returned joyous abandon
they threw the memory over
the side - watching it sink in the 
deep water below - as they -
rocking on small bare feet
pulled out their candy, 
sucked
the sweetness 
and laughed
once again – 
in the 
open.  

18 comments:

  1. Oh, the comfort of candy! Would that all of life's bitter memories could be dispelled by the sticky sweetness!

    Nine Fishing Tales

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  2. Where are those naughty street urchins now? Gone and replaced with busy thumbs on iPhones and iPads.

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  3. This is wonderfully developed..like a full circle..sweet..satisfying and warm

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  4. Beautiful innocence in your poem, children are such a wonder and a gift.

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  5. Such touching writing, Pearl.

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  6. It's such a lovely childhood memory brought out alive. :) Stealing candy has always been sweet more than bitter.

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  7. Sweet and graceful, like kisses waiting in their pockets... there is such an innocence to this thievery. Beautiful work, Pearl.

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  8. Oh I am so glad those children found some solace in the sweetness of the candy. I can see the red angry face of the brutish adult.

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  9. childhood memories, how sweet; Happy Easter

    much love...

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  10. Yeah, love it too, and the candy floss shape of the poem makes it even more enjoyable.

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  11. This makes me smile: there is a sweetness to it (the poem mirroring the candy...)

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  12. The innocence of children and how things can pushed away for them with only the smallest of things.

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  13. Some memories should be thrown over the side. This poem is touching on many levels.

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  14. What layered eloquence Pearl...from tragedy to childish wonder, you've captured it all (isn't it funny how "twice stolen" just naturally goes together?)...very nice.

    http://thepoet-tree-house.blogspot.ca/2014/04/twice-stolen-bones.html

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