Children Abandoned
Her children abandoned
not left on a doorstep
nor given to another
nor left behind
she simply ignored
their needs
their words
their beingand yet, they loved her still
MeeAugraphie
01/09/10
Archive for the ‘Family’ Category
This Late Night Gave Way to Memory’s Dawn
Too tired to write
I stroked your hairtoo tired to read directions
I acted from my heartmy poetry sits ignored
but actions speak volumes moremy new tech toy remains
firmly in my grip,merely
support for your tiny hands…unboxed
memory released.MeeAugraphie
04/11/09
12 of 30, 2009
Prompt: Poefusion. It was to take a favorite poem and add a line between each pair of lines to make a new poem. After a long (though great) day, I had no patience to search through favorite poems; I chose to just grab yesterday’s poem and add a line after each line – then added to the title as well.
This is a great prompt. I am so excited Michelle chose it. Such potential it holds.
To read my original poem just scroll down or click here: This Late Night
Y’all should try it — often. I know I will, but I bet it won’t always be easy.
Child, Connection Weak
Emotions join
shredded hearts
to rage at
what is nothand in hand
tears to tears
they fight
to gain controleach mind flying
disparate thoughts
each heart suffering
repeated dartshand in hand
tears to tears
they fight
to gain controlmatters not
universal pay
nor lessons
never taughthand in hand
tears to tears
they fight
to gain controlMarcia McLees Bogaert
04/08/09
08 of 30, April 09 Prompt: Live observed
Left behind, she takes three steps
One Step, mind inches back in time
a sealed envelope thrown on a dresser
topped with car keys and pantomimed love lettersan unidentifiable sound playing in his head,
unable to buy it offa chest constriction as unexpected as a rare bird
flitting from curtain to staircase in a hotel lobbya broken clock,
ticking when it should tockand then, her son’s orange sneakers,
as bright as his warped smile showing one missing toothTwo Step, mind rushes back to now
first grade joyful grins
teenage years out of step
young adult crushed by thoughtless words
middle aged voices coming from all sides
today words left behindThree Step, envelope’s pull too strong to deny….
More
Marcia McLees Bogaert
04/03/09
03 of 30, April 09 Prompt courtesy of Michelle at Poefusion: Friday Five! She posts a prompt a day during National Poetry Month, but also, posts prompts, and other information on Poetry every month. Check it out:
For a change of pace:
48.Big Girl
and he no longer slapped her hand away
for she no longer reached
for that which she should not touch“a big girl now,
my daughter is,”
he’d say to all nearby“she can cook (toast with jam)
and leaves toilet paper on the roll
(she no longer uses it to boldly wrap
the tired old dog or mean old cat)”“a big girl now,
my daughter is,”
he’d say to all nearby“and proud of her,
I surely am,
though she refuses staunchly
to fetch my slippers
or race me to the car
for another ride”“16 is too old,”
she said to me,
“to be a passenger
with the likes of thee!now give me the keys
you promised me”and, yes, he turned them over
along with admonishing words…
and a secret smile of prideMeeAugraphie
02/25/09
Yes, I know, I made a mess of the punctuation in this… but life is about making mistakes and not making them, 99 percent of the poetry found within these pages is unedited after the fact, and very little is edited at all, though I usually do have punctuation done “my way”. This time, I was undecided on what “my way” was, so chose to post it anyway. These poems are written without forethought or planning, other than the first line being the last line of the previous one in my Poetry Tumble Series. Find out what prompted the first poem and view the journey to this poem by clicking on Poetry Tumble page at the top of this blog. Why not tumble your own series of poems? The great thing about it is when you have nothing to write about, you really do, just revisit the last poem and start writing.
EDIT: That’s not all I made a mess out of, this didn’t even have the line from the previous poem… Therefore, is not longer part of my Poetry Tumble, but merely a poem I like.
