29 September



she came upon a them unbidden

as she walked

the edge of the hillside

where the patches of sunlight spill down

in the fields




long ago she  had  been cut by their sharp words

long ago she gave them back the rules that they exacted


 


she did not stop where they were gathered
 

she did not worship swarms of  ghosts



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Comments

  1. Dr. Pearl Ketover Prilik (PKP)29 September 2013 at 11:50

    I did enjoy the pride and the righteous walk - I can see her head held high - a strong and joyful poem of survival :)

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  2. brenda w29 September 2013 at 11:54

    Nice! Let it go, and keep moving on.... Darn ghosts, they keep popping up in everyone's work this week. ;-)

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  3. Brian Miller29 September 2013 at 13:11

    whew...what the atmosphere you create in this...the divide between them is felt....

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  4. ruth29 September 2013 at 14:08

    it's good not to worship the ghosts of hurtful memories - you write always, as your blog title suggests, in a spirit of simplicity... but with much wisdom

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  5. diane 29 September 2013 at 14:17

    Love that she stayed calm and carried on .... :-D

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  6. Sherry Blue Sky29 September 2013 at 15:05

    I love the strength is this poem: she did not worship swarms of ghosts". Terrific.

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  7. Nissa Annakindt29 September 2013 at 15:06

    I liked the simplicity of it, which seems to be what you are going for.

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  8. daphnepurpus29 September 2013 at 16:26

    Love this! And good for her--great strength!

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  9. Gemma Wiseman29 September 2013 at 17:40

    Love the use of "swarms" as a gathering of ghosts. A sense of waiting to sting. Great sense of determination and purpose in this poem.

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  10. Mary29 September 2013 at 19:32

    I can really picture her from your strongly written words.

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  11. Sabra Bowers29 September 2013 at 21:26

    I like your poem. It is visual and also tells a story. Good job.

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  12. Abruvanamedsly29 September 2013 at 23:43

    ...she did not worship swarms of ghosts

    ...swarms of ghost...those words linger...I like that.

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  13. annell430 September 2013 at 07:49

    Just the idea of "swarms of ghosts," scares me! Nice piece.

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  14. kaykuala30 September 2013 at 09:25

    Great and nice for her having strong feelings!

    Hank

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  15. Unknown30 September 2013 at 10:38

    the best. the pathos you evoke are haunting.

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  16. Old Egg1 October 2013 at 05:31

    You have to be brave and stand up to them...I'll try that next time!

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  17. Magical Mystical Teacher1 October 2013 at 08:42

    The things that come upon us unbidden...we can flee them, face them, or, in some instances, worship them.


    Whirl of Disjointed Bits and Pieces

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  18. Gillena Cox2 October 2013 at 07:18

    themes of serendipity and choice nicely woven with our given words; thanks for stopping by my blog

    much love...

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  19. hyperCRYPTICal3 October 2013 at 09:32

    A show of strength - good for her!
    Anna :o]

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