You've seen the huge piles out at the curb.
Have you ever wondered how it got there?
How could somebody just walk away
from everything they own?
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Sad poem. I often wonder, when I see a rundown abandoned house, who might have lived there? After reading your poem, I'll be thinking even more.
Thank you for baring your soul, this is beautiful in its naked honesty. At least it has been put to good use writing such powerful poetry. Regards, Lucy x
Mary, this is a deeply moving account of a fractured childhood. Even people that did not go through such turmoil in their childhoods can relate to it's feeling. I'm sure that anyone who's ever simply driven by 'a pile' and not taken a moment to consider the story behind it will do so now.
What can one say, Mary, everyone has already said it, I think. Very good indeed. Sincerely Ernestine
Mary, you should try writing in this genre more often. This is fine free verse. Those of us who have had that kind of childhood can really identify. Raynette
Well, Mary, you don't need advice about writing 'free verse' when you do it as well as this direct and honest and moving account...you might possibly think of shortening it at the end, because finally commenting on one's own vividly described situation sometime detracts from the emotional force of that description... but congratulations!
Dear Mary, This poem has an inherent interest. You do a good job of describing a recurrent, painful situation. The section about your dreams says a lot universally about the effect of the past on the present. It's a WONDERFUL first free-verse poem. Congratulations! (I tried to give you a '10' and through some error on the dropdown menu, it registered as a '2'. And I'm not allowed to vote again. Sorry about that. Don't think anyone's actually giving you a low vote!)
Excellent Mary - the emotions come through. So much pain for a child to endure. Warmest regards, CJ
Yes it is a good attempt at non-rhyming poetry. This comes across and thus highlights the fragmented atmosphere of life. Good poem, but your photo is too distant. Best H
Oh..Wow. This was indeed a moving read. Sounds so much like my own childhood, Even brought a few tears to my eyes. This had to bring many emotions to surface as you wrote it, you are a strong soul. Very well done!