Quiet Suffering

By Meadowhawk

Shadows lengthen
darkness slowly drips
onto a silent playground

Where swing seats swirl
in empty circles
pleading
to be remembered
while the carousel
rocks in loneliness
softly squeaking
as if to ask why

The slide has dulled
to corroded gray
it's polished ripples
disused and forgotten
A rusting jungle gym
stings with cold
sadly longing
for hands to warm it

But there are no
eager hands to hold
no bright eyes
gleam with excitement
Giggles and laughter
have long since faded
along with the summer breeze

Aged and lonely
she looks upon
a quiet colorless memory
While a frigid wind bites
at her quivering lips
her tears beg the shadows
to tell

Where have my children gone?

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Copyright 2010 Meadowhawk
Published on Wednesday, April 28, 2010.     Filed under: "Reflective" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Something for Mothers' Day
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  • Jonas Robinson On Friday, February 15, 2019, Jonas Robinson (867)By person wrote:

    Wow, I'm sorry. That sounds like a lot of suffering. Keep venting with your words.

  • Wiccad On Monday, July 5, 2010, Wiccad (125)By person wrote:

    Cold metal never tugged at my heart strings before......you give everything such life, sorrow, and beauty. I tip my hat to you sir.

  • A former member wrote: This was amazing, you captivated me and I went flying into your work. Loved it. =)

  • Malcholm Dark On Wednesday, April 28, 2010, Malcholm Dark (810)By person wrote:

    Good lord, you my friend are the man... A well written piece of poetry... so sad and yet, so true... I have seen that very scene many times... age and time always wins its' battles... children grow up and move on... such a perfect feeling here within your words... not to be forgotten, thanks

  • Malcholm Dark On Wednesday, April 28, 2010, Malcholm Dark (810)By person wrote:

    Good lord, you my friend are the man... A well written piece of poetry... so sad and yet, so true... I have seen that very scene many times... age and time always wins its' battles... children grow up and move on... such a perfect feeling here within your words... not to be forgotten, thanks

  • lupus tenebrae On Wednesday, April 28, 2010, lupus tenebrae (872)By person wrote:

    Wow that was heartbreaking, the imagery was spot on, it made me imagine an abandoned playground where happiness was just a vision of the past. Very well done, I'll probably come back to read this again. Thanks for sharing. Scholar

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