Sunday, August 3, 2008

In The Park Comments

Rating: 3.6

She sits in the park. Her clothes are out of date.
Two children whine and bicker, tug her skirt.
A third draws aimless patterns in the dirt
Someone she loved once passed by – too late
...
Read full text

Gwen Harwood
COMMENTS
Rose Marie Juan-austin 15 December 2024

A powerful and discerning poem so well expressed and presented.

0 0 Reply
jack 12 May 2022

No Experience Needed, No Boss Over il Your FD Shoulder… Say Goodbye To Your Old Job! Limited Number Of Spots Open……. 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙟𝙤𝙗𝙯.𝙘𝙤𝙢

1 2 Reply
Chinedu Dike 03 April 2022

A poignant verse.........

0 2 Reply

A serious emotional poem. The heart of the readers goes to the girl and her children, shorn of love and caring, which they need most, from the person from who it is due. They deserve the love of the person most. Top score and Myfav

0 0 Reply
Sylvia Frances Chan 31 July 2021

this poem has a suffering sound, her life is dull and gloomy, such was life for the poor, the economy was still lagging, Very insightful poem

1 0 Reply
Chinedu Dike 30 July 2021

An insightful piece of poetry, well articuated and nicely brought forth from the heart....

1 0 Reply
Aidne Millard 23 May 2021

nigg

7 1 Reply
ers 27 May 2021

i hate

1 1
yung cash register 12 May 2021

owl got ligma

2 0 Reply
Yashim David George 11 March 2021

I love your words Harwood. It spills me like a drink toppled in the end. Oh I felt an injury and I wonder if it's a happy one?

1 1 Reply
Khairul Ahsan 10 March 2021

The poem ends so beautifully: To the wind she says, "They have eaten me alive."

0 0 Reply
Bizarre Soulmate 10 March 2021

oh thats dark

0 0 Reply
Luz Hanaii 10 March 2021

Wow! I really liked this, I gave you five stars.

0 1 Reply
... 06 February 2021

hey eleanor, helen, jess, chloe

1 1 Reply
Douglas Scotney 11 January 2021

Gwen was a Tasmanian, not a Taringa-Queenslander.

0 1 Reply
yuhh 16 February 2021

she was born in queensland but left to tasmania in 1945 ish when she married

0 0
coochie man 13 October 2020

this is garbage my mother left me at five years of age and this does not ccontribute to my sanity

2 2 Reply
Dr Antony Theodore 04 February 2020

They stand a while in flickering light, rehearsing the children’s names and birthdays. “It’s so sweet to hear their chatter, watch them grow and thrive, ” she says to his departing smile. a very fine poem. tony

5 0 Reply
Britte Ninad 04 February 2020

worthy beautiful worthy beautiful

2 0 Reply
Eminem 22 July 2019

Finally, some worthy competition

16 4 Reply
Gary Narkle 6ix9ine 27 June 2019

all yall you can come ride this dickkkkk but it aint for free.

9 17 Reply
Haile Tesfaye 07 May 2019

Well written poem about the expectations of society on women..

3 4 Reply
Gwen Harwood

Gwen Harwood

Taringa, Queensland
Close
Error Success