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Melissa Stone Got Thrown Out Of Her Home
By Peter Christopher Raymond
Copyright 2013
The faucet drips so the pipes won't freeze
He wakes her coming in with groceries
Bundled in blankets with baby on the floor
Late from her shift at the liquor store
Then the Crystal Tiger from eight to four
Where she strips for tips while patrons roar
She crosses the room and pulls back the drape
Revealing a frost-covered fire escape
Reaches for a bottle of two percent
Then counts up their cash to pay up the rent
A brief discord over how to afford a Christening gown
When the baby's famished wails erupts and resounds
Positioning her darling on her spandex skirt
As she pulls down the collar of her grey sweatshirt
And nurses her until it invariably hurts
Once she ceases to suck and sits inert
She then covers her breast and pronounced ribs
And places her daughter in a pink and white crib
He fills his mouth so small and gaunt
With what he could scrounge from the restaurant
Where he waits tables for the lunchtime rush
'Til he's filled with guilt and does ruefully blush
And hands it to her as she tightens her barssiere
In a matter of minutes she'll disappear
Gritty
Gritty
My Secret River
Thank you very much. I had to
Thank you very much. I had to make sure I didn't overdo it. I had a couple lines in mind about being careful not to step on the needles in the grass while strolling in the park, but I thought it may be too much.
This poem you have
This poem you have written is really good; because of your well choosen words and descriptions you really created a picture here, allbeit a very hard up one. My attention was held throughtout the poem, though I did think would they get out of this abismal exsistence. A truly good read.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
Thank you so much! I try to
Thank you so much! I try to leave my poems open-ended incase I want to write more about my characters in the future. :)
Great piece the song living
Great piece the song living on a prayer comes to mind by bonjovi I was captivated by the story! Strong piece!
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Ah, yeah, I can see that. I
Ah, yeah, I can see that. I just thought about the lyrics: "We've got to hold on to what we've got/ It doesn't really matter if we make it or not/ We've got each other and that's a lot/ We'll give it a shot." He's saying that between himself and the girl their physical resources are threadbare and yet they have the power of two to drive their dreams. I'd never thought of that before. Thank you very much. I tried very hard to not go over the top with it and to keep it all plausible. I had to rethink a lot of ideas I had initially.
It worked for you. Sometimes
It worked for you. Sometimes too much is too much. I wish I had that balance but because I usually write from inspired places or tricky technical places I don't always get right I'm starting to go back to old writes and it's so easy to pick out the cringes! Lol! The things we learn from sharing are magnificent! :)
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
I gotcha. I have poems going
I gotcha. I have poems going back as far as twenty-five years and sometimes as I'm getting ready to post them I think to myself that I could rewrite a line or a verse and make it a little less clumsy than it is. But I try very hard not to do that. They are what they are. They represent a certain time and a certain attitude. To borrow an illustration from someone else they're like chapters in a book.
That's true past a certain
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
A sad scenic picture well painted with words well chosen
A sad scenic picture well painted with words well chosen.The characters are real even in this part of the globe.
©bishu
Thank you very very much,
Thank you very very much, Bishu. :D