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Sunday, September 28, 2014

Sad Little Girl





Sad Little Girl  

she sits, small shoulders huddled over her lot
single pink-bled posy held as a talisman
looking for the flames with reedy sticks poked,
swirling the ashes of today
she sits, tiny blades of shoulders jutting wings
as her identity flies back to the joy, the love, the blessed belonging 
before grown-up words of “discernment”and “polarize” 
settled as vampirous bats about her selfless, small being 
sucking the joy from her morning, stifling her laugh
with fear of this fetid new world where He is gone and
she sits 
still
hoping  


20 comments:

  1. It is hard when one leaves the innocence of childhood...but I do wish her hope to always stay alive.

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  2. The image "tiny blades of shoulders jutting wings" sticks with me when I consider this girl's sadness, and it also underscores her hope. Strong work, Pearl.

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  3. You captured a little girl's loneliness, and each little girl will stumble upon it one day.

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  4. A sad, but, poignant piece. Well written.
    ZQ

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  5. sadness carried on those small hunched shoulders, amazing write

    have a good Sunday

    much love...

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  6. An intensely emotional poem, very vivid. Makes me wonder who the 'He' is. Very strong poem.

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  7. May she hold on to hope... Beautiful!

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  8. This is a sad reality for so many young travelers as the words swirl above their heads and their worlds are rearranged. Well captured, Pearl.

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  9. It doesn't take much to take the childhood joy away. A lovely piece of writing. :-)

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  10. Such a heavy weight on small shoulders...if only words could be put to one side for a moment or two and a safe hug be warmly given instead..

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  11. Interesting piece. Innocence lost, perhaps? love it.

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  12. I liked the tone of your poem. How sad that a lot of children feel they have to leave the realm of their dreams and joy when they grow up1

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  13. Odd in a way that I chose a similar scenario today with the same words.. they must have triggered something! Girls don't have it easy growing up these days

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  14. How many situations can we imagine her in as she pines for a father, or brother or school friend. Emotions are enhanced as children, explode as teenagers and simmer anxiously as adults.

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  15. "swirling the ashes of today"

    So sad. Even the "now" has crumbled before her, gone up in smoke.

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  16. sad poem, get the sense this little girl lost her father and feels terrible alone now.

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  17. Vampirous bats! versus small shoulder wings! Yet she will win as long as she stirs the flames to fuel the present. And someone will make a movie from this image and poem.

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  18. Oh so vivid as to what she's doing. I hope its just work.

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  19. Very personal to me--childhood is not always a good time.

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