|Lovely in Lavendar
since 1999-05-26Posts 22612
She loved the color lavender
Wore it every day to school
She didn’t care at all you see
Cause she wasn’t very cool.
She wrote poetry in a book
Sighing as each line was done
Her mother begged her to go outside
To meet some kids and have a little fun
Her words spoke of her sadness
Of feeling out of place
As the ink dried on the page
So did the tears upon her face
One day she was just no where
No one spoke of her again
But I think of her late at night
When I pick up my poet’s pen.
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since 2001-01-04Posts 3502
This is very touching, Sharon. The title really made me think, before and after I read the poem.
I also love the parallel drawn between ink and tears in the third stanza.
The colour Lavender in this poem I thought was symbolic, correct me if I'm wrong, of pride in being different. She wore lavender (was different) and didn't care that she wasn't very cool. The title really weaves into this symbolism nicely...
Build a man a fire, and he's warm for a day. Set a man on fire, and he'll be warm for the rest of his life.
Lady In White
since 2001-02-12Posts 2799
A most remarkable poem. I agree with Allan on the symbolism.
Strange, though, that while she is gone, she still remains, if only in thought.
since 1999-06-23Posts 1835
This is amazing. The ending, particularly, struck me hard. It seems to me that there is this child, that loves to write - but eventually, just dissapears because no one else could relate to her love for writing? As if the woman still lives, but she only visits the memory of her inner child (the child that once was) when she's alone - and writing for herself, once again.
Don't know! LOL Maybe I read too deep, but I just have to say that I really liked this one Sharon. It definitely left an impact.
since 2000-08-30Posts 11132
San Juan, Puerto Rico
You are one to be admired! I really enjoyed this poem by you....it was simply great. Sometimes I feel like that little girl....cept i'm a boy...erm....yea you know what I mean.....great one here!
I was born myself, raised myself, and will continue to be myself. The world will just have to adjust.
anonymous albert ?
since 2001-03-23Posts 2979
i really liked this one
enjoyed much by me...
thanks for sharing
death is not the greatest loss in life. the greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live. -norman cousins
since 2006-07-09Posts 2995
Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy!
Your poems touch me a lot.
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