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Spare the Rod… Please?

This poem was a difficult write. Not only with the words chosen but my dark muse appeared. This is a dark poem of child abuse, but a subject that always needs attention.  I hope I did it justice on a few levels.
Submitted to The Sunday Whirl,
 
 
Torn curtains can hold twisted memories
of acts remembered, pain forgotten not.
The reprehensible atrocities
behind closed doors, leave rendered spots.
 
Sore red lines cast external bruising gild
on flesh so pure, its’ contrast scattered deep.
One blink can whirl wet eyes from sad tears filled,
before the young will climb on clouds to sleep.
 
Domestic stains remain as clocks tick time;
contort the scan of life’s new marvel age.
Bad memories will haunt this blind crime
thus, leaves a spirit blistering enraged.
 

 TheMsLvh © 2011

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Quills and Spills

I was gifted a large quill and a bottle of ink
at a tender young age, prompted me to think;
of castles with dragons and even fairy tales.
This young imagination seem never to fail.

The ink created worlds, I could only imagine;
horses with wings and ruby butterflies.
Lost in the story, the glory, no distraction-
thoughts supplied reality, no need for redaction.

Dinosaurs roam freely across the paper-
leaving their footprints , never a danger.
While tigers and goats have tea at playtime,
in this whimsical world of fantasy and rhyme.

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-TheMsLvh © 2011
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This Little Child

I knew a little girl a lifetime ago
She loved to dance. Would play all day.
No worries would abound to ruin her smile
Her laughter could enlighten anyone’s vile.

I knew her for years, watched her flourish
Gave her the love required to nourish.
She tried to hold grip as I let mine go,
A tragic mistake, a regret I own.

She has been alone, waiting so patiently
While I have been dealing with life’s uncertainties
Watching and waiting, feeling so beguiled
This little girl, this angel, my inner-most child.

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-TheMsLvh   © copyright 6-6-11
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