Open Poetry #11 |
Ungrateful Child |
pegasus111 Member Elite
since 2000-07-27
Posts 2219ocala, fl, usa |
Mother, forgive me my trespasses, this pain you suffer by my hand does not reflect my love for you, these foolish acts which I inflict upon your gentle face, lovely still, are a thoughtless affront by your sons, who forget too easily your patience, and the endless love you possess, for these, your foolish children. these scars, thoughtlessly dispensed, which dull your matchless beauty, etching lines upon your brow before your time, are cruel, and an abomination to my eyes, stretch out your hand dear one, so that this prodigal might return to right the wrongs of a lifetime, my mother, my sanctuary, my earth. the woods are lovely, dark, and deep, but I have promises to keep, and many miles to go before I sleep...Frost |
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Startime Member Ascendant
since 2000-10-03
Posts 5918Canada |
Bravo!!!BRAVO!!!This is fantastic and had the most perfect of endings. Her cry can be heard from deep within her heart. Wonderful. Thank you so much for the read. Love I leave with you my friend whether it be in your life or of yet the essense of your dreams. [URL=http://path2riches.com]http://path2riches.com |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Pegasus~ Oh my ... this is just so effectively done. How she cries out and we do not hear - You've touched me deeply with this piece, my friend. I hope you will consider submitting this to the main site. It is worthy. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Irie Senior Member
since 1999-12-01
Posts 1493Washington State |
Very well done pegasus..... Had me horrified until the last line, then realized,............. I still should be concerned! Excellent ~Sheri "The things that come to those that wait may be the things left by those who got there first" |
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pegasus111 Member Elite
since 2000-07-27
Posts 2219ocala, fl, usa |
thank you for the read my friends.. Marge..perhaps I will. although I'm not sure any of my scribblings are worthy of posterity.. the woods are lovely, dark, and deep, but I have promises to keep, and many miles to go before I sleep...Frost |
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Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
beautifully written.. ~Victoria~ A poem is never finished, only abandoned. - Paul Valery (1871-1945) |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396 |
~WoW! This one definately crawls inside of you. Enjoying the way you constructed this poem. Take care. *Peace. |
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pegasus111 Member Elite
since 2000-07-27
Posts 2219ocala, fl, usa |
Victoria, SpitFire..thank you for your kind words. the woods are lovely, dark, and deep, but I have promises to keep, and many miles to go before I sleep...Frost |
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