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In Memory of Innocence Lost

In Memory of Innocence Lost

Long years ago and far away
A child used to run and play
Chasing butterflies in the sun
From morning till the day was done

Then he discovered life was cruel
And anger was the only fuel
Beatings for things never known
Reaping grains he had not sown

Leaving home at an early age
Life in turmoil filled with rage
In terror running from shadows seen
Surviving in streets and fields of green

Thinking life was only other’s greed
Yet finding good when most in need
Then love grew, begat a child
From a man that once was wild

But love fled and child was gone
Once more lost; he was alone
Innocence shattered with the mind
Stumbling through darkness for a time

A flicker; a soft candle’s glow
Slowly again he began to grow
Reaching for the flickering light
Stretching upward with all his might

Slowly the man grew and trusted
Love polished a heart once rusted
Tarnished memories began to fade
As she begat light beneath his shade

Seeds became life and life grew tall
Family begat family from seeds so small
Summer thawed the winter’s frost
Replacing memories of innocence lost



— Rett, Jan 07, 2009

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Region, Country: Southern Texas, USA

Favorite Poets: Dickenson, Longfellow

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Rett

Rett

17 years 5 months ago

Thank you Janice

Had to do some re-write on it. Had my head somewhere else when I first posted. Respectfully, Rett: "Next time you think you're perfect, walk on water."
Barbara Writes

Barbara Writes

17 years 5 months ago

Rett

Touching write, images of sadness and the hard knocks of life for one so young. I love it great poem Respectfully Yours, Barbara
Rett

Rett

17 years 5 months ago

Thank you Barbara

Life is like a roller coaster ride, It has its ups and downs and it's curves and according to where you are on the track, boring, scary, or exciting as hell. I appreciate it my friend. Respectfully, Rett: "Next time you think you're perfect, walk on water."
Barbara Writes

Barbara Writes

17 years 5 months ago

Rett

PS: I like your quote at the end. Can I use it sometime Respectfully Yours, Barbara
Rett

Rett

17 years 5 months ago

Feel free to

anytime you like. Respectfully, Rett: "Next time you think you're perfect, walk on water."
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Stella

17 years 5 months ago

Dear Rett, This is a

Dear Rett, This is a wonderful write. It has great flow & rhythm and just rolls off the tongue. Plus it tells a beautiful story that resonates sadness but also hope. ~Stella
Rett

Rett

17 years 5 months ago

Thank you Stella

In all things hope is present. I appreciate it. I was a bit worried about the rhythm. Respectfully, Rett: "Next time you think you're perfect, walk on water."
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Lonnie

17 years 5 months ago

Nice one, Rett!

Quite a journey depicted here! Flowing smoothely from beggining to end! Bravo!
Rett

Rett

17 years 5 months ago

Thanks Lonnie

I appreciate it sir! Respectfully, Rett: "Next time you think you're perfect, walk on water."
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easylife_2

17 years 5 months ago

This is good Rett

I really liked the rhyming,and especially the undying spirit of the central character in the poem.Thank you very much for this one.
Rett

Rett

17 years 5 months ago

Thank you easy

I appreciate it a lot. The character refuses to give up or give in. Respectfully, Rett: "Next time you think you're perfect, walk on water."
deelilah

deelilah

17 years 4 months ago

Rett

You write so much, I missed this--can't keep up with you. The poem is very sad, but has an ending that makes it almost universal. I am amazed at all the different sides (shades) you have in your poetry. I read this after 'finger lick'n wimm'n. And then there's 'Spirit Woman'; all good, all so different. Yours, D.
Rett

Rett

17 years 4 months ago

Thanks Deelilah

As everyone, I started out with love poems, but after a few years.. oh 10 or so, you get bored writing love poems. I just like to write, as you can tell, and I like to write about any and everything. Sometimes sad, sometimes funny and sometimes the oddest things. *G* I have been writing since I was 15 and am now 57 the 28th of this month. Sorry I write too much. Don't feel like you have to read everything, that might be impossible and I don't take offense. I think there is one you would really like though. "Mother Nature's Child". I am very proud of it. It may be the best poem I have ever written. http://www.neopoet.com/node/13292 (Shameless Plug) At least I keep you guessing. *LOL* Respectfully, Rett: "Next time you think you're perfect, walk on water."
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

17 years 4 months ago

Fluttering

thinking life was - only(?) others greed, do you need only here? Flicker and flickering repitition not sure about that? Perhaps another word for the first one. Flimmering(this is probably only Norwegian? Fluttering candle works...? and she (made) light beneath her shade Not sure that begat seems quite right here, you are wandering from your straight forwardness here, and waxing biblical anyway, but you have the same word three times and this placing worries me. I liked it! Ann