Wednesday, November 25, 2015

November 25, 2015 Writers Digest November PAD Challange/ Waiting to See II -- Poets United Midweek Motif/Survival

Waiting to See II
waiting to see     father always said      it was me     
still hard to say     it happened     right in front of you
thinking back     in a foreign land     probably not
who can say     poor little match girl     we could walk away

waiting to see     will you see      what I see
think it might be you     hard to admit
hard to know      when it started     faraway
the pieces didn't fit     the story line
as she grew     with matches to sell

waiting to see     will you be able to say
even though you know     the scene played out
it has been as it is     i had nothing to do with it
did you know     she a precious child
perhaps something missing     it is worst
she stands on the corner alone     she belongs to us

November 25, 2015

I have rearranged the poem 'Waiting...,' November 22, 2015 and repeated the lines, 'waiting to see.'  The prompt was to write an echo poem...or something about an echo.

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Poets United  Midweek Motif  prompt:  Write a survival poem.

Survival
survival is the key word                you felt threatened               insecure

what else could one do                  strike out diminish            the opponent

so like                               a wild and frightened animal      still a little girl

what happened                               survival is your need

perhaps you are about to die         to be killed                            erased

it is hard to tell from the outside   what is going on                 on the inside

scream at the top of your lungs      beg for mercy               is there another way

can survival be accomplished         without killings others      find a place

safe and sound                                 pray for strength          survive if you will

November 25, 2015






8 comments:

  1. If we have the will, we will surely find a way to survive, come what may. A wonderful poem on survival.

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  2. Yes, sometimes when threatened one feels insecure & thinks about survival; but the important question definitely IS can one 'survive' without killing others!

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  3. Such wise words.. indeed when one feels threatened in any particular way; thinks about his chances of survival and becomes prepared to fight for it.

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  4. Now that is the ultimate question: can survival be accomplished without killing others? I wish this question was debated on a global scale, at the level of governments. Wow, Annell, what a pertinent question. I like the changed Waiting poem. Though I loved the first one even more, I think.

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  5. Whoa! I wonder if I would kill to survive--other than killing food, I mean. My beliefs say NO, but frightened I might not just curl up and pray for the assailant as I wish, I might strike out with a will to survive. I hope I'd run first. Your poem addresses a little girl which is more complicated with all the messages of obedience and threat of punishment. I had parents who, despite a fondness for belt-assisted spanking, made sure I felt safe and was safe and fed and schooled. You ask the right questions.

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  6. One never knows what one will do when faced with a situation. It is hard for children to fight back. But hopefully, with adulthood, the child will reclaim what was lost and kill those evil memories and move on and survive and live strong.

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  7. The fear is what if he finds out I am trying to escape, then it may get worse. Often escape is not contemplated because the victim mistakenly thinks the perpetrator will change for the better. Domestic violence and bullying are commonplace throughout the world and sadly does not seem to diminish.

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  8. Survive it we will - little match girls are resilient...they find a way..as we all must I suppose..although no matter how strong we are we all deserve love - and to belong in this world... xo

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