Child Of Change
Soft flower petals paved her way
On the run from the CIA
In a world of work she stood for play...
Unfiltered thoughts poured from her head
Natural hair and a flowing dress
Her touch alone could alter consciousness
Some would say she's cursed, others blessed...
The topic of many vicious words said
If there was a disease she was the cure
The vibrant life to waters pure
The tranquil light of skies azure...
But still...the storm clouds gathered overhead
The seed bearers were keen
To the old she was a rupture to the spleen
"Wash your hands! You don't know where she's been!"...
A poison feared like lead
The stubborn stood in the way
All for work, no time for play
"This has to end!" They would say...
A child so innocent....Wanted dead
Feared like a witch that had cast a spell
Tied & bound and threw down the well
She suffered on earth, like it was Hell...
Such a fitting end in a world of hatred
The locals thought that was the end
But from the grave a message she did send
Colours & laughter, time seemed to bend...
From self inflicted wounds they all bled
A traveller stumbled upon the slaughter
Whole families, parents, sons & daughters
Investigators tested the water...
The litmus paper...it turned red
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Hey SYD!!......what an eloquently elegant narrative you've created here......I LOVE this story line...... It's so easy to relate to....... and I think you know how much I like the metaphysical ~
~ " Her touch alone could alter consciousness "
~ " If there was a disease she was the cure.."
People are a trip!!..... Forever afraid of the unknown...... when according to my blog and everything I've researched and deeply believe in....... She was truly gifted and blessed....... This is an excellent write my friend!!...... Well conceived and BEAUTIFULLY delivered!!....... definitely in my favorite " SYD writes!!".......PINNED this one brother!!....... Bravo!!........LOVE and ROCKETS!!........T xo ???✳✳♥♥?
Thank you so much Tony for reading and commenting. I'm glad you enjoyed the poem. It's a bit different from me I know. Like I mentioned above to Cherie I'm quite busy at the moment but when I get a spare minute I look forward heading over to your page for a read. I will also get around to reading that blog if yours sometime.
Take care my friend - Syd xo
What a poignant piece of writing, Syd, and the rhyme scheme you devised for this was exceptional.
Each triolet features a mono-rhymed scheme which is brilliantly accompanied by yet another mono-rhyme scheme in every fourth line.
Poetic mechanics aside, this also tells a great story on how corruption can even affect the lives of the virtually incorruptible.
Fantastic!
Happy Easter,
~Dean
Hi Dean, happy Easter to you also. I hope you've enjoyed the holidays. Apologies for the late reply, I've been quite busy. Thanks for your positive feedback, I'm glad you enjoyed the poem and rhyming sequence.
Take care - Syd
No worries, Syd.
You're very welcome as always.
~Dean :}
I agree with all!! The gifted are never understood and others fear them. Brilliant! Xx❤️❤️
Thank you Lucy, I'm glad you enjoyed and unferstood the poem.
- Syd
Dear Syd,
This treasured lass misunderstood
The World fears what it cannot see
Her intellect far beyond their scope
A demon must she be
.
They attacked her with their brainless minds
So blind to her magic gifts
She asked the Lord to forgive them
As to His Kingdom did she lift
Peace and Love,
Larry xxx
Hi Larry, that's such a great poem. Thanks for stopping by my page. Much appreciated.
Peace & love also
- Syd xxx
A lovely and well written piece of work
Thank you Keiran. Much appreciated
- Syd