I wonder of the little child
that lives inside the woman grown--
the quiet one who rarely smiled.
I wonder of the little child
the one the other kids reviled,
who grew up pretty much alone.
I wonder if that little child
still lives within this woman, grown?
© Ginny Brannan 2013
Sharing at d'Verse Poets Pub Open Link Night #91
 |
| Image: Susan Hall |
mmm...i bet somewhere it does...hopefully she has grown beyond that point in life...and even thrived in spite of it...
ReplyDeleteBrian, I would venture to say that the young girl found her confidence and her voice, and rarely looked back--except of course to find inspiration for her writing! Each experience is a part of who we are, and we are stronger for it. See older post on my blog, attached below: http://insideoutpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/04/odd-lots-1-on-denial.html
DeleteBeautifully and hauntingly crafted Ginny.
ReplyDeleteReminded me instantly of Oliver Goldsmith's lines:
ReplyDelete"and still they gazed, and still the wonder grew
that one small head could carry all he knew".
Wonderful evocative poem and I'm certain she still exists within.
So beautiful. I think no matter how far we've come there are times the little child inside fills us with her tears.
ReplyDeleteI know that child...
ReplyDelete...she still exists, buried deep within that woman who blossomed and grew...
Anna :o]
This is so beautiful. The repetition a brilliant idea for this piece. The cadence soothing, stroking the imagination with beautiful caress. And the thought of the unborn child inside, the questioning of what will be in terms of the child's nature. Just a gorgeous piece my friend. I look forward to your post every Tuesday.
ReplyDeleteI thought of it as more of a "reflective" piece, but seems you've put a whole new slant on it. Think perhaps our host at d'Verse today may have something there with his "slants" and "angles." Thanks for sharing your thoughts, emmett!
DeleteGinny--this is wonderful. The meter, the vocabulary, the pace...everything about it. And the idea behind it is very deep and important. Fine job.
ReplyDeleteI think there is a child in all of us, no matter what our age is...
ReplyDeleteGinny, there is a part of the child in all of us. Even after we find our voice and we evolve..love this!
ReplyDeleteThe repetition works very well ~ There is still that child inside of us, no matter how grown we are ~ A lovely share, Ginny ~
ReplyDeleteReally liked this - feel like we all have those thoughts sometimes - K
ReplyDeleteI think our inner child is always with us, a little. But I think that's a good thing, she is part of who you are. A lovely, introspective write, wonderful cadence.
ReplyDeleteThat makes me want to cry, especially as you give us no clue as to the outcome. Well done.
ReplyDeleteCheers,
Mark Butkus
Ah, you own that little girl; you claimed her, nurtured her...and unwittingly she became your invisible gentle muse...tapping the sensitivity and compassion perhaps you otherwise would have missed. She's your quiet, grateful creature. Beautiful poetry:)
ReplyDeleteSuch a nice rhythm to this piece--enjoyed reading it.
ReplyDeleteExquisite. So softly questioned, this poem. Love it.
ReplyDelete