Three Word Wednesday
vindicated error jingle
she circled about me
like a small dolphin
i floating, elsewhere as usual
looking up at the kites
she, needing to vent
within minutes was telling
me her secrets,of her mother's error
her dissatisfaction with her psychologist
who hummed jingles at her sessions
i invited her to join me for lunch
by the pool
i painted a glowing future for her
we discussed the superficial shallow
nature of humans
their ability to delight
in causing pain to tall poppies
her inability to deal with the ordinary
she said she was sorry to be leaving today
she was eleven
hello ral, delightfully delicious description of a day in the life....
ReplyDeleteChrist, she has a tough life in front of her. What a shame she didn't have longer with you. There again, maybe you helped her more than you'll ever know.
ReplyDeleteThat's a bit young to feel such pain and distress ~ But a ready ear is always a blessing ~
ReplyDeletehttp://a-sweetlust.blogspot.ca/2012/05/last-night.html
The whole of human life is there in all its wonderful and quite dreadful potential.
ReplyDeleteA fine post, sensitively handled. Not too much information given. Would make an excellent opening to a novel.
that she is eleven in the end struck me...that she knows and feels these things even then says much...
ReplyDeleteThat was a punch in the guts..she will become a strong tall poppy..as long as she has somebody cool to listen..by which of course I mean someone like you..Jae
ReplyDeleteI love this! Such a real, yet somehow surreal, mental conversation, then the last line slams it all home! Awesome write!
ReplyDeleteExcellent lines:
ReplyDeleteshe circled about me
like a small dolphin
i floating, elsewhere as usual
looking up at the kites
So sad to hear young people speak about hardships, youth should always have joy.
She stands as tall as one of those poppies, I can tell. I too wish she had longer with you but I think she will be okay. :)
ReplyDeleteWow...so good! So very good.
ReplyDeleteMy, but this is heart-wrenching. A reminder that sometimes the greatest gift is listening.
ReplyDeleteSuch a sad poem, definitely because of the subject matter and the young girl's age, but most especially in that open-ended question mark in her leaving.
ReplyDeleteThank you all for your generous comments. A special hello to Black Douglas/JD Mackenzie,the lone survivor of the original POW nuclear fall out poetry site:)
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