I prayed they wouldn't see me.
I'd hide between the branches.
They had no way of knowing
those cherries were all I'd have
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Mary, I think any poem this honest and this heartbreaking, is a great poem!
I know you did not ask me, Mary, but this is not one of your good poems. Yes, you are doing very well with the non-rhyming poetry but not in this one. Now, if you never speak to me again..... Best wishes H
You certainly had the determination to survive Mary, good for you, but I know what it takes to keep that determination going strong. Well written indeed. You're doing real good at this new type of poem. Sincerely Ernestine
This strikes me, Mary! Well done. The parentheses around the lucky trees is a deft touch. I just wrote a poem about a little girl stealing peaches which is meant to be funny but I don't think there will be any doubt that this one is not.
Mary, despite the sad tone....I really like this new poetry you're writing. It's phenomenal! Good for you. My son was quite moved by the one about 'rolling a joint'....he said he had to walk away from it and cry for a minute...and then go back and read it again. He's 22...and knows good stuff when he sees it.
Sounds like there a book being born, poem by poem. It seems as if you've found your medium for a lot that wants to come through.
Technicalities of poetry were never the most important thing, the meaning in your poetry is The meaning and strength of the message here is one that many of us need to adhere to, Well Done Mary this is without a doubt a fine display of words, Love Duncan