Heading down the stairs
I feel the temperature drop
as a thick, musty smell
hits me in the face.
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Mary, I'm going to give you another opinion: I've read a number of these - they're entertaining as prose, but as poetry they seem flat and unpolished. I really think you ought to put it all together as a blunt, hip memoir and shop it to publishers. You seem to have a strong story to tell; chopping it up into lines and calling it 'poetry' is undermining the power (and marketability) of it. -LP
Mary, these pieces pulled my heart from my chest and created a lump hard to swallow. It almost stired a little anger. You imagery here takes the reader through so many emotions. So sad a child had to experience these things. But the strength to make it through is one marked with unmeasurable courage.
I shall agree with the comments of George, , , , , Very Well Done Indeed..Mary
Epic depiction in ever telescoping detail, the childhood uglies some of us confront as adults. You tell the tale masterfully - a short story really and a fine write indeed. The begging question I got was did you get the circle closed or is it still a disconnect because 'they' were not there/or not confronted? Perhaps an epilogue? ? Or maybe this was the final step for you to the extent that the low level details developed the players for you sufficiently so that face to face catharsis would be redundant. Either way, your pain comes across HARD AND DEEP. Hope this experience and the write helped you put al the angst in a drawer, close it, lock it and throw away the key. Best, George
Mary thanks for writing this it is very fine series I am glad that you found the courage to write it all out so in depth you can feel the emtion and see the mental picture as if you were there. I agree wiht Lamont that you should try and publish it I am sure someone will eat it up. Marilyn