Tag: childhood

Dealing With The Past – a poem

Posted on by Lo in Poetry, Writing

Dealing With The Past

Others hold against you–
Are hurt by and bring down wrath
Upon your pain –
Childhood never ending
Swirling inside the mind drain;
Decisions of survival
During exploration of the self–
These ghosts will haunt
Until end of time–
Their whispers paranoia sells.
There is no such thing
As kindness or compassion
Not even from the ones we love
We will always be alone
But we will always rise above.

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Ruminations on “Weightless Again” by The Handsome Family

Posted on by Lo in Personal Blog, Poetry

The Song In That Letter

In the letter you sent
You tried to explain to me–
I couldn’t understand. You
Tried to condense
Fifteen years of unspoken
Words into
A song you said
I needed to know
Why you floated–
Why you made your
Choices and broken
Promises

A Reflection On Flowers – A Poem

Posted on by Lo in Personal Blog, Poetry, Writing

A Reflection On Flowers

Perhaps in early morning dew
As one bud fades into decay
The green of spring is still anew
Where old roots cling in fertile fray
But what of rocks and moss and bark?
Are dreams of blossom’s change to sleep?
A foolish gardener will prune all change
Hoping to preserve rather than create
And if there are genetic flaws? please keep
Or perfections’ disasters you will reap

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Forgotten Poetry: Dreams Of An Unborn Child

Posted on by Lo in Personal Blog, Poetry

This forgotten poem is from sometime between 2003 – 2007. The meaning is likely having to do with my choice having been made from an early age that I preferred the idea of adopting a child over having a biological one. That said, these poems always have open interpretations.

Dreams Of An Unborn Child

Oh little flower of Eden
Out of reach for all who be
Be picked for creation
For all the earth to see

Thank you for taking the time to read this poem today! Have you ever found any of your old writing? What did you think of it? What do you think of this one? I’d love to hear in the comments!

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