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A Child's Lost Innocence
by Vicky Dewing
copyright 02-11-2003


Age Rating: 18 to 127

 

‘I really don’t know why’, is the relic carved onto chambers of my heart
Muffled murmurs reflect off walls and rape the silence to a lions roar.
Drums of Africa drag echoes deep into the night.
Dancing round blazing bush, inviting darkness whore.

What made you feel this way? Became the chorus of each morn salute
Hailstorm deafening thunder, just whispers equate to this refrain.
The ruinous aftermath of your repulsive rhymes and games,
Turned the tick-tock of the clock to a blackened forest rain.

Shadows paint a mock display, as I sat under the old oak tree.
Thumping thoughts in rhythm with reverberating, silent screams.
Remembering again, the portrait etched in front of me, reflections of my youth.
Echoing cries of lost innocence, mere murmurs in the streams.





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03-27-2003 Janet Owenby    

I understood why you used everything you used in the poem it was so clear it hurt.Typing through tears. This is an imprtant topic few are brave enough to even approach, I am glad someone is brave enought to put those childrens pain into words and you presented it so well and so powerful. You are anm extremly talented writer
02-13-2003 Vicky Dewing    

RE COMMENTS OF JOHN GRIFFITH
When I started to read this poem. !A child's lost...' some music started. Is it yours? It was impossible to read the poem because the music had a different rhythm. (I am sensitive to this) It has stopped now I called up this window, so I'll read it now
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picky: lions should be lion's
darkess whore - don't get imagery
forest rain - clashes with 'lion' and blazing bush' - Lions don't live in forests, they live on plains.

Otherwise, there was skill in the execution, meaning overall in the poem. I did understand the memories of past life.

sincerely, John G


John, I duplicated your comment, so that I can respond to it. Thank you so much for taking the time to read my poem and correct my spelling mistakes. This is my second language, so I appreciate any input. Let me explain the rest.

1..picky? Do you mean that you are picky or was
that a typing error for Vicky?

2. Darkess whore? I wrote darkNess whore.I can write pages about all the different visions I captured in that sentence. This poem is dedicated to all the innocent children who are molested and raped at a very young age. The reason for using this expression is because it lends it self to suggest all the many forms of darkness in this world. ‘Dancing round blazing bush’ is imagery for the enticing vigorous delight with which these calls (echoes) are made to mankind to respond. There is so much more…but I think this will suffice.

3. Forest rain I live in Africa and have been amongst lions many a time. If you read the poem again, you will see that all these expressions are different visions flashing through this person’s mind. It is not the intention of the writer (me) to create a single place where all of this occurs.

Because this is such a sensitive, painful subject, I did not want to use blatant expressions. The music was chosen deliberately. The intention is to soften the blow of the contents to the reader that can associate with this pain. Thank you for listening.

Vicky Dewing.
02-11-2003 Bob Church    

This reads as a stream of consciousness... or possibly semi-consciousness, that twilight between reality and perception of what might become reality?

Well-tailored and tantalizing, yet doesn't reveal too much. Nice job...
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