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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.
Oh, the comfort of candy! Would that all of life's bitter memories could be dispelled by the sticky sweetness!
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Where are those naughty street urchins now? Gone and replaced with busy thumbs on iPhones and iPads.
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderfully developed..like a full circle..sweet..satisfying and warm
ReplyDeleteBeautiful innocence in your poem, children are such a wonder and a gift.
ReplyDeleteSuch touching writing, Pearl.
ReplyDeleteIt's such a lovely childhood memory brought out alive. :) Stealing candy has always been sweet more than bitter.
ReplyDeleteSweet and graceful, like kisses waiting in their pockets... there is such an innocence to this thievery. Beautiful work, Pearl.
ReplyDeleteOh 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.
ReplyDeletechildhood memories, how sweet; Happy Easter
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Yeah, love it too, and the candy floss shape of the poem makes it even more enjoyable.
ReplyDeleteNice. Sweet even!
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem - with depth.
ReplyDeleteThis makes me smile: there is a sweetness to it (the poem mirroring the candy...)
ReplyDeleteThe innocence of children and how things can pushed away for them with only the smallest of things.
ReplyDeleteYES!
ReplyDeleteZQ
wow. Such strong images.
ReplyDeleteSome memories should be thrown over the side. This poem is touching on many levels.
ReplyDeleteWhat 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.
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