goldenlangur Posted May 12, 2009 Posted May 12, 2009 Playing He teased, he touched. Every time I cried he bought me clothes, sweets even a new Barbie until that dawn when the sun bled like I did and my childhood seeped down my leg soaked their bed. My mother screamed, she wept, He swore, he denied our little games and his special love for me. goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.
Aleksandra Posted May 12, 2009 Posted May 12, 2009 Very deep, sad, emotional, confusing. The longing here and the pain are so much seen goldenlangur. That confusion on the end, makes this poem stronger, and much more attractive for reading, and involves you to read again and again. Very well expressed and it is strong written. Gives a picture of screaming voices, remember the prompt line from before some days: Musty boxes of memories...? Well done my friend Aleksandra Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia
goldenlangur Posted May 12, 2009 Author Posted May 12, 2009 Thank you Aleksandra for this keen observation: ..... Gives a picture of screaming voices.... Aleksandra goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.
Leafriver Posted May 12, 2009 Posted May 12, 2009 I cannot know the contours of your mind, the valley of your grief, but I can admire the courage that makes you sing this song. Quote
tonyv Posted May 12, 2009 Posted May 12, 2009 Hearwrenching, Golden. ... soaked their bed. My mother screamed, she wept, He swore, he denied ... It's staggering that family members can be complicit and enable such situations ... and that it's not uncommon. Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic
goldenlangur Posted May 12, 2009 Author Posted May 12, 2009 Hello Leafriver, Lovely to meet you. I'm moved by your sensitive and thoughtful response, worded so eloquently too: Leafriver wrote: I cannot know the contours of your mind, the valley of your grief, but I can admire the courage that makes you sing this song. I hope to read your work. With appreciation, goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.
goldenlangur Posted May 12, 2009 Author Posted May 12, 2009 Hi Tony, You're so right: tonyv wrote: Hearwrenching, ... It's staggering that family members can be complicit and enable such situations ... and that it's not uncommon. Tony A child of abuse is trapped - those whom she trusts and loves betray and destroy her soul , body and life. Thank you for your sympathetic response, goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.
Larsen M. Callirhoe Posted May 12, 2009 Posted May 12, 2009 what visions you painted in your poem. sad, love wanting more then there is, loved it larsen aka vic Quote Larsen M. Callirhoe
goldenlangur Posted May 12, 2009 Author Posted May 12, 2009 Hi dear friend vic, How wonderful to see you around! Thank you for your understanding, and perceptive response: Larsen M. Callirhoe wrote: what visions you painted in your poem. sad, love wanting more then there is, loved it larsen aka vic With deep appreciation, goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.
JoelJosol Posted May 12, 2009 Posted May 12, 2009 The transition into the last stanza makes the first two revolting. Good write, GL. Quote "Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach
goldenlangur Posted May 12, 2009 Author Posted May 12, 2009 Thank you pawn shop for the read. pawn shop wrote:wild. It is savage. goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.
goldenlangur Posted May 12, 2009 Author Posted May 12, 2009 Thank you JoelJosol for putting your finger on the the main point here. JoelJosol wrote: The transition into the last stanza makes the first two revolting. Good write, GL. I'm grateful that the "revolting" aspect comes through. goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.
Frank E Gibbard Posted May 12, 2009 Posted May 12, 2009 Sensationally shocking and deliberately so Golden. Chillingly graphic and the shock climax creeps up on one. Very damn good. Frank Quote
pawn shop Posted May 12, 2009 Posted May 12, 2009 Shocking and heart breaking. Too powerful for me to even begin to say anymore than that Quote
goldenlangur Posted May 12, 2009 Author Posted May 12, 2009 Hello Frank and pawnshop, Thank you for reading this. I'm grateful that the "chilling" horror of child molestation comes through for you. I appreciate your thoughts. goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.
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