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She wanted so much more,
Because private schooling
And a 200 square foot closet
Is not enough space,
For a heart that wants to feel
What life is really like.
What life is really like
Is when she walked into the dark,
And ate leftover twinkies
From rat-ridden garbage cans,
Where stray cats would claw
Beneath the emptiness she felt.
Beneath the emptiness she felt,
The place where her memories began,
A place with lace-draped windows,
Gourmet meals, french pedicures,
Maids that emptied her trashcans,
And that became her dinnerplate.
And that became her dinnerplate,
Among a cluttered street,
In summertime the air was sweet,
Rotten fruit she couldn't eat,
And then awakened by a garbage truck,
As rodents scurried by.
As rodents scurried by
A passing stranger sat to cry,
No more than twenty yards away,
She watched another left to die,
Then reminisced of life now passed,
She asked herself, but why?
She asked herself, but why
Is someone born into this life?
And me, another child the same
Born with affluence so rife?
So ill prepared to see the truth,
She wanted so much more.
1:22 AM 8/2/2013 ©
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Sestina?
This was wonderfully written. I enjoyed reading this.
greater love has no one than this: to lay down one's life for one's friends
Glad you liked it. Well,
Glad you liked it. Well, idk...but let's just say, 'an attempt'... :-)
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Attempt
Well it's a wonderful attempt. I like writing as well as reading sestinas. To tell a story off of six words I find beauty in that.
greater love has no one than this: to lay down one's life for one's friends
Reminds me of a schoolbook poem
Reminds me of a schoolbook poem titled "the schoolboy" He is described as a toddler who likes to get up at morn "sing with the larks" hear the hunter"wind his horn" It was probably by Nathaniel Hawthorne. He describes school as a "cage" and the lessons as "dreary shower" ... and so on You must have read the poem long ago. Nice thoughtful insight ... but will it change matters ??
©bishu
It will change only when
It will change only when people start to use their minds with intelligence of the human kind, and not the animal instinct, because as man is now....the animals seem more capable of intelligence than man---Idk, but this is what it appears to me. (?) I think Jiddu Krishnamurti was right when he said that intelligence in man cannot exist without compassion.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
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A nice portrayal of poverty and life's mistry! "Why is someone born?" Remains still an unanswered question! I suppose, Nightlight could put in more light on the rodants who were direct witnesses of death and wail and unearth the answer! Afterall, the body finally goes into the grave and the underground creatures (including rodants) should know it! Great write Nightlight! See if you could get any answer from my 'Swapping Zones'.
Ben
No Answer, Only Reality
When the fall is all there is... two sides of the same coin - affluence to indifference - life can be brutal. riches to rags is a renewed message - sad and true ~allets