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Knows It All
by Walter Jones (Age: 62)
copyright 04-13-2008


Age Rating: 16 to 127

 
Girl faces another day
Rope skips
As she plays
Hope draws
Knows it all
Cats and call
Soft touch
Each drop
Of love
Falls hard
True pace
Satin on lace
Dirty push
Losing race
Web it weaves
Please is gone
Daddy home
Momma falls again
Girl faces another day
Waits her chance to run-a-way
And the wolf smacks his lips
Sheep clothing she will be his
Ever faster they grow
Old is sad as she knows
All there is to know


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04-14-2008 Frank Fields    

This is a very disturbing image of the defloration of an innocent. Especially since we are left to decide whether she was allowed to at least gain some measure of being grown. The writing implies otherwise. The visual created by the line lengths is also interesting. A vase without the rose? A vase that has the rose stripped away? The bottle that held an elixir of hope and still may, but seems to be empty? If one has the background, and the experiences, it's possible to conjur a vial of laudanum.

The simplicity of this poem makes it so horribly complicated, but over-all a feeling of deep and maybe shameful (?) loss that happened too soon.

My thoughts.

Thank you for sharing this with us.

Frank :)
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