September 14, 2010

Still Life

Prompt from Big Tent Poetry: the Wordles (list of random, unassociated words to be used within the poem)

A weary young mother
     with tender child
     hiding in her skirt
Stands on the dock
     amidst stale debris
     evidence of lunches
     half-eaten by hungry
     swarms of seagulls
Chants a prayer
Pleads for answers
     from unending
     horizons of blue
Wants to embellish
     her timid existence
     floundering backbone
Needs the temporary
     immersed in change
     sunk into oblivion

11 comments:

  1. Yes, we have trials...what saddens me about this poem is that the woman is on the dock rather than in some park or alongside a brook in a glade or anywhere of dozens of nicer places, that she had nowhere like that to go in her pain.

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  2. I like the image you have captured here. Can see a skilled sure hand filling in the details, adding those last bits of light and shadow. A very evocative piece and welcome to the Big Tent,

    Elizabeth

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  3. She's come to the sea for answers. I wonder about her questions. Nice job with the words.

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  4. welcome, welcome! this does a beautiful job of conveying despair.

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  5. Oh, sometimes one wishes for exactly this!

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  6. there by the sea we find the answers waiting... beautiful

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  7. Welcome to the Big Tent, Elizabeth!

    I loved the pairing of "floundering backbone" ... sent me flying.

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