In the fifth month
on the tenth day
upon the seventh year
I sat underneath
lilacs that reached
down and hugged me
from Heaven.
The inner child in
my fifty-two year old body
wanted to color outside
the triangle lines again;
rediscover peace of mind,
but the yellow anger and
blue depression only
created green tears
knowing mom would never
be able to dance again.
09/27/2012 all rights reserved, DorthaKay Brown
Written for the New World Creative Union Wednesday WakeUpCall. The challenge is to create in any media something that includes all of these words.
1. The colors yellow, blue, and green
2. A triangle.
3. Peace
4. Lilacs.
5. A child
I feel this one. My mother had Alzheimer's. Those awful days of her forgetting were so painful. My heart goes out to you.
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure why DorthaKay but when I was reading your composition my mind went into a 'stained glass' image of it. Can't describe what I saw, but it was a definite image. Perhaps it was the way you infused the lilacs and colors with life, amidst the difficult times that aging brings for many people who experience it, and those who have to witness it. Nicely crafted! Roger ☺
ReplyDeleteVery sad...you've conveyed it well with your words.
ReplyDeleteDortha...in one sense, I am so very happy you were able to find the time to play...in another, I feel the aching of the words, the sadness...you've expressed the emotions so wonderfully and have taken the randomness of the prompt and turned into words that are touching and very, VERY,felt. Awesome work!
ReplyDeletewow, so poignant. I feel like crying. You have cut right to the heart of what so many children have gone through, and in such few words. very talented.
ReplyDeleteSheila
I used to run a nonprofit that among other things provided art therapy to Alzheimer's patients. This was touching.
ReplyDeleteThank you all so much. I have wondered if my writings will touch anyone who has or even hasn't gone through childhood abuse and also being a caregiver to an ailing parent/s. Most of my writings the last seven years have been for my own sorrow of losing my mom to Alzheirmer's, and healing. And also recovering the little child in me that the step-dad tried to beat out of me. I am working on a poetry book which I think I will be titling "Whispers from the farm." Again, thank you for such kind words and I'm pleased you could feel what I was trying to convey.
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