With a kiss,
Life started.
Mom’s lips
Caressing
My forehead,
As I opened
My drooping
Eyes, light
Entering my
New world.
Little dolls
Attired in
Purple, my
Companions
Of childhood,
Dressed in
Glossy lips,
Extracted by
Hands from
Their home,
My cupboard.
Yet it was
Another kiss,
That plucked
My dreams;
Beneath the
Lone staircase,
Hands hooked
Behind; silent
In tears; gift
By my creator.
Lust for love,
A sick greed
For innocence;
His hands stole
My memories,
Now bittersweet,
Muddy & soiled;
Now all alone,
Left like gourd;
No essence,
My soul died.
For Big Tent Poetry – Wordle
For Monday Potluck – 7 Deadly Sins
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yes.. that other kiss if lustful rather than a father’s affection can scar the child, forever!
sad poem, friend!
yeah, it is a sad poem RJW, but one that happens quite often! 🙁
A kiss from mom starts a life.. A kiss from xxxx ends the soul..
Loved it..
–Someone Is Special–
thanks SiS!
Sigh leo, the worse of all pains…I wonder what drives our creators to such extent of cruelness…It hurts to read this leo 🙁
very true, Tweety.. I wonder that too! 🙂
Could feel the happy beginnings which ended with abuse. Very nicely explained in the poem, the most touching lines being,
“Hands hooked
Behind; silent
In tears; gift
By my creator.”
and softness in these lines could be truly felt,
“Mom’s lips
Caressing
My forehead,
As I opened
My drooping
Eyes, light
Entering my
New world.” 🙂
thanks very much, Nanku! 🙂
Typical Leo-ishstyle poem!! 🙂 Need I say any more?? Two sets of feelings in the two parts beautifully expressed in the poem.
thank u very much, Rumz.. glad u felt it was Leo-ish.. I was having doubts about that!
Very touching.. soul too dies.. yes! Keep inspiring Leo..
yeah.. soul dies too, R’ji!
Beautiful excellent write up Leo!!!!!!!
thanks Creativity!
This starts out so beautifully, as life does, I like to think, for most of us… and as for too many of us, it turns sad, even horrible – the image gives a lot away, but not more than the word-images. Well-crafted, the story and poem.
I thought to put the image at the end at first, but then again, the staircase near the staircase felt right! I don’t think it gives too much away, Ruth.. glad you liked how I crafted it! 🙂
So powerful. Well written. Amazingly done, as always.
thanks very much, TnL! 🙂 glad u liked it!
Leo..this one is truly special..!!
I am confused whether to smile for have read such a wonderful poem or to cry for the pain between the lines..!!
I wish there shall be a day when this pain is buried with the sands of time..!!!
Wouldn’t it be better to wish a child doesn’t get that pain? 😮
Glad u liked the take, Ms.Meduri!
Leo, the same thing happened to me. God love you, this is the strongest take on the Wordle I’ve read – and the most compelling. Your courage means your gourd is fuller than you may know.
I will definitely return to your blog. Peace, Amy Barlow Liberatore
Amy, I’m really sorry to hear that. Being a guy, I don’t think I can go into that mind set completely..
Good to hear you find my take on the Wordle compelling! indeed a full gourd is indicative of courage!
Please feel free to return anytime 🙂 My blog is always open to readers!
Tragedy well written.
thanks Tumblewords! 🙂
Leo, this poem really shifted from its wonderful childhood reminiscence until the tragic sad end of this poem. There are monsters in this world, but thankfully there can also be rebirth.
yes Mary.. rebirth can be there for sure.. but not all children get that chance, even these days these monsters are so rampant 🙁
Leo,
this is probably the most jolting poem I have read till date.
How you take the reader from the beautiful phase of innocent childhood to the end of it. The pathos of the victim also comes through..Hats off Man!
hmm.. thanks Vibz, though I can’t put myself fully in such shoes.. I don’t think anyone can..
Way to go Leo. Wonderful poem.
Dude,
That was one of the best poems I have read on the blogosphere.
Keep rocking friend
thanks Muddassir!
Absolutely stirring Leo…The words well chosen and divine. You are truly a blessed writer. I am adding you to my “Awesome Writers Worth Reading” list.
One thing I have come to learn about life…memories only bind a person if the person allows them to. And to allow one such as this to bind a person only gives a monster a piece of an innocent soul. Sometimes the best rebellion is not to be rebellious toward society but to be normal and emerge from the pain as a phoenix from the fire. We control our own destinies regardless of the past…the tragedy is that monsters can and will do what they can get away with. All that can be done is to take a stand and a solemn vowel that is : Not this day…they will not take anything away again.
hi 2ZP, thanks for that awesome compliment, and for adding me to your blogroll list 🙂
yes, true what u say, only if the person allows, do the memories bind. I agree that that route, being normal and returning like a phoenix, would be the best option but such a victim would find it difficult. It’s possible, if that heart is given the right encouragement and morale boost. Monsters like that do get away with it, a tragedy for sure.. and I think that stand is a good idea.. many cases have come to light of course, but many aren’t strong willed yet.. Maybe one day, the world will be free of that crime!
the beginning is so sweet, and the ending, so painfully surreal. i would like to think that if the memory of the beginning is still there at the end, there is hope for healing. strong poem!
yes.. hope is there, but that support for further journeys should be a caring one..! thanks Nan!
A brilliant story poem: I hope the sadness is not autobiographical but just a very clever interpretation of the wordle words.
ViV
its not autobiographical, Vivin, but it fits a lot of young hearts out there 🙁
OMG, Leo. This is so powerful and tragic. You catch the reader off guard. Brilliant, I’d have to say.
Victoria
thanks, I’d have to say, Victoria 🙂
Wow- thanks for pointing me to your fabulous poem…sad, but wonderful.
thanks Laurie.. yeah, sad it is 🙁
Not sure if my first comment went through, but I wanted to thank you for directing me to your blog. You captured the essence of a horrible corrosion of childhood.
it came through Laurie! 🙂 glad to have directed u here, and yes.. u said it.. a corrosion of childhood 🙁
unexpectedly intense, I think towards the end I almost gasped! Great work Leo!
thanks Amanda! 🙂
Heartbreaking…totally heartbreaking…and so very well written. The birth of innocence and the death of it by perversion. Sadly, this happens way too often…
yes… too too often Talon..!
Very sad and tragic and equally well written.. How the flow twists and give way to much surprising end..
Very well written Leo.. xox
yeah.. sad n tragic for sure, Olivia..!
Sad but well written.
Cheers!
thanks Emmanuel!
ouch…still trying to swallow the lump in my throat…wonderfully done…
thanks Liliana!
Lust for love,
A sick greed
For innocence; … how beautifully said!
yes.. and ugly sadness too, Scent!
It’s difficult for me to read a poem like this and not feel what’s been written. I think your poem is very successful in showing sin as it really is…dark and nasty. 🙂
thanks Eaton.. yeah, dark n nasty sin.. to abuse your own child..!
very powerful – beautifully written
touching, poignant – I love it
loveNlight
Gabi
thanks very much, Gabi!
Wow. What an amazing poem. The absolute contrast between the beginning and the end make the poem, the emotions even that much stronger. Such a sad tale, but yes, unfortunately one that happens much too often. Very very powerful words. Thank you.
thanks very much, Bernardine.. yes.. much too often for any blessed child to bear I think.. wish it’d get abolished soon!
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cheer up, flowers for you…
plus kittens for you to cuddle, smiles!
love you for what you do.
stay cool.
wow, potluck poetry, so cool!
Ji, u r a dear and a darling and much more to care for your friends so 🙂 thanks very much for the flowers and kittens 😀
The soul can be reborn after abuse. Very moving and jolting poem.
it can be, given the right support n care, Brian 🙂 glad you liked it..
Eerily dark, I must say!! That greed for more eventually gets one nowhere I suppose.. nicely penned, Leo…as ever!
PERFECT for the potluck theme! Awesome!
yep. gets nowhere for sure, K.. but why that greed to grope your own flesh n blood? thats vile I think.
Hear you aren’t up to par and pray all will be well, soon.
feeling fine now, Victoria.. thank u for ur wishes 🙂
fabulous entry,
vivid and eloquent demonstration of the sins…
thanks Jingle 🙂 glad u liked it! 😀
This is so tragic. You beautifully draw the reader in to the innocence of the young and we feel that pain so acutely as you write about it. Nicely done.
Mine are here. http://razzamadazzle.wordpress.com/2010/10/18/anger/
http://razzamadazzle.wordpress.com/2010/10/17/champion/
hi Teresa.. thank u very much.. glad u liked the poem..! 🙂
Leo i am sorry i missed this a few days ago. It is a very introspective poem on the abuse done to children.
Well written.
Pamela
no apologies needed, Pamela.. glad you liked the poem..!
It is real fantastic world to peep in, to read such creation. My soul will prefer to hang on rather then die.
Superb piece.
same for my soul too, Dr. Madan.. but the soul of an abused child will be confused for some time before it takes a route onward..!
A little ‘Jingle’ bird told me you’re not well…so here’s an
Aussie get well wish. 🙂
thanks to the little Jingle bird 🙂 and to u too, Eaton for your wishes.. I’m feeling much better now 😀
“Now all alone,
Left like gourd;
No essence,
My soul died.”
these are haunting words… the message is sad and dark but it truly is a beautiful piece from you. well done, leo!
yeah.. sad n dark, like some life out there Bing 🙁 glad u liked how I treated the piece.
am speechless !
thanks, Nim 🙂
incredibly sad, but very real… God bless the children… Heartspell
yep.. very very real Heartspell.. God bless them!
Wow…what a poem…no words!
thanks Shalmalee..!
I hate the thought! 🙁
I hate these heartless people, I pity those abused. Thank God, I never experienced such violence n abuse… Thank God I live in a world sans those incidences and thank God my kids live in a beautiful home, unlike the one in your poem! 🙁
I hate that thought too, Amity…
yeah.. lots of heartless people, abusing their own kith n kin. you live in a world with those incidences, but thankfully, your home is free of them, happy n beautiful..!
Leo, this is a beautiful poem that stopped my heart. The short lines really worked with this; made it feel fractured, especially the very sad but powerful ending.
thanks Christine 🙂 yeah.. that is sad.. lots of truth there too.. wish it gets obliterated from life..!
A sadly truthful poem. Well done, Leo.
Hope you are well on the mend now.
Jamie
thanks Jamie.. m mended 😉 😀
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Three awards for you, I value your participation at Jingle poetry during past weeks, hope to see you again tonight. Our theme is love and romance, have fun sharing! xxx
🙂 my pleasure to participate, Jingle! thanks..