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Wednesday, August 31, 2016
Lost Child
From Linda:
You are a lost child...either on earth or a distant planet...how do you feel...what do you think...how will you survive?
Or you could even be in another dimension.
All alone, and mighty scared. Did I fall through the wall? Am I here, am I there? Where is my mother dear? It's warm here and smells of earth, the dirt I played in since my birth. I wander where the brightness comes. The fruit upon the trees tastes good. I'm so very lonely... at least there is food. The kitten I found can talk. It makes me happy as I walk along. We speak of what has happened here, what there is that I should fear. Like shifting time and ooze and grime. The night is day and we cannot play in dirt that sticks like glue. All this is new and confusing, too. "Can I get home", I question now? "I do not know, I don't see how". I will not cry, even though the sky is green, the grass is red and the fruit I eat is yellow, I feel strangely mellow. I've lost all, everything I had. Was I so bad to be punished so? Oh dear, why am I here? I am so sad, I feel so near! And yet my kitten tells me, I'm too far to see anything of old. I must begin anew. Please, come and play with me...
Hi everybody, I would like to tell you that I did not cheat and choose this picture or prompt ahead of time. I chose it on Tuesday. Victoria put it up for me on Wednesday and I started work on it today. I must admit an old Twilight Zone movie influenced one line about falling through the wall. Have fun with this prompt. Thank you, Linda
Tasha, this is beautiful!! I especially loved the lines..."dwelling on tears spilt, into the eyes of years, that make up a quilt of time, where she can hide from fears"...that is so thought filled and wonderful. I read it several times. Great poem!!!
Bonnie has been in the hospital for quite some time and is still in trying to survive. She decided she wanted to participate, so we wrote this over the phone. So, if it's not perfect...at least it is a try.
Lost Child by Bonnie Johnson
Her father was a beautiful black man. She rejects his race. She wants her white mother to reject her black heritage, also.
Her mother tells her to say it loud, and say it proud... That blended I am beautiful and the blending of my races
Makes me stronger! But she's lost in her head and has turned her back on her mother as well.
Because her mother will not change reality into a lie. Instead of accepting that she is perfect as she is.
All alone, and mighty scared.
ReplyDeleteDid I fall through the wall?
Am I here, am I there?
Where is my mother dear?
It's warm here and smells of earth,
the dirt I played in since my birth.
I wander where the brightness comes.
The fruit upon the trees tastes good.
I'm so very lonely...
at least there is food.
The kitten I found can talk.
It makes me happy as I walk along.
We speak of what has happened here,
what there is that I should fear.
Like shifting time and ooze and grime.
The night is day and we cannot play
in dirt that sticks like glue.
All this is new and confusing, too.
"Can I get home", I question now?
"I do not know, I don't see how".
I will not cry,
even though the sky is green,
the grass is red and the fruit I eat
is yellow, I feel strangely mellow.
I've lost all,
everything I had.
Was I so bad to be punished so?
Oh dear, why am I here?
I am so sad, I feel so near!
And yet my kitten tells me,
I'm too far to see anything of old.
I must begin anew.
Please, come and play with me...
Hi everybody, I would like to tell you that I did not cheat and choose this picture or prompt ahead of time. I chose it on Tuesday. Victoria put it up for me on Wednesday and I started work on it today. I must admit an old Twilight Zone movie influenced one line about falling through the wall. Have fun with this prompt. Thank you, Linda
ReplyDeleteImmersed in mists of memory
ReplyDeletethe lost child’s tears
falling, falling, form
a waterfall of years.
She sits in silence
alone, unknown,
wondering if there is
any way she may atone,
dwelling on tears spilt
into the eyes of years
that make up a quilt of time
where she can hide from fears.
I will find the child.
Bring her home to now.
Help her not remember
any longer, where or how
she was abandoned
long ago and far away.
She will be warm and safe
and cherished, now today.
.
Thanks, Linda for a challenging prompt. Any comments or suggestions for improvement are welcome. Thanks in advance.
ReplyDeleteTasha, this is beautiful!! I especially loved the lines..."dwelling on tears spilt, into the eyes of years, that make up a quilt of time, where she can hide from fears"...that is so thought filled and wonderful. I read it several times. Great poem!!!
ReplyDeleteBonnie has been in the hospital for quite some time and is still in trying to survive. She decided she wanted to participate, so we wrote this over the phone. So, if it's not perfect...at least it is a try.
ReplyDeleteLost Child by Bonnie Johnson
Her father was a beautiful black man.
She rejects his race.
She wants her white mother
to reject her black heritage, also.
Her mother tells her to say it loud,
and say it proud...
That blended I am beautiful
and the blending of my races
Makes me stronger!
But she's lost in her head
and has turned
her back on her mother as well.
Because her mother
will not change reality into a lie.
Instead of accepting that
she is perfect as she is.
Sad and lovely. Thanks and please give her love from Stephen and from me as well. She is in our prayers.
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