Innocence: A Lost Childhood

Innocence: A Lost Childhood

 

No one should have to go back to the place where she had once been a girl.
― Ann Patchett

 

The greatest tragedy of the family is the unlived lives of the parents.
– – – – Carl Jung

 

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I am the name 
to the busy names
Invisible to the living
as my smile is nameless
And different it spreads
pale ransomed hidden blue
That is seamless
sealed
marked
from the ones of hollow wings
a feather fell in the right hand
of the first to fly a duo’s silky creation
Examples stolen skinned the thinnest parchment
Beats-Beats with skipping cold
like the ringed beauties blessed with simplicity

Twinkle the smile of children that slowly dies
radiating truth forced to remain small
Sweet child without a smile to offer as a gift
rolls up a heart and breath becomes cocooned fuel
Painfully pruning away the last bit of light
Child of famed rotten waste joins the rings
Adding it’s wrinkled seed to the living

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6 thoughts on “Innocence: A Lost Childhood

  1. Beats-Beats with skipping cold
    like the ringed beauties blessed with simplicity

    how you use words to explain and demonstrate is awesome

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    1. Everytime I read a poem that inspires me I always try and comment with some of the wonderful lines or verses that the poet gave….as you did, which I really appreciate! Thank You!

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