Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Rock-A-Bye Baby

Pain hangs over
her eye lashes, like
fraying laundry
forgotten on
rust-skin poles.
I wonder
who’s rape-seed memories
she cradles
on sleepless nights?
What lullabies she sings?


Russell Ragsdale said...

Such unhappiness people live in. They have it as their reality and share it with those who come in contact with them. They poison the world surrounding them with their minds. This is a theme I've been working on lately. I'll post that poem soon. Write On!

Poetry by Kai said...

awwww that sad ,,,,
what made u write that?

Jon Cox said...

Sad but GREAT WORK!!!! :o)
Thanks for your comment! :o) I appreciate it ALOT! :o)

floots said...

there is a gentleness to this which captivated me
good work
(maybe i'm not as cold as i thought) :)

Lee said...

Like kai, I wonder what prompted that. So sad.

Poetry by Kai said...

hey pat,

i wrote another one...


Pat Paulk said...

Thanks Russell!

Kai, this a poem about someone I met recently. Not anger in her eyes, just a deep sadness that aged her way beyond her years.

Thanks Jon! Keep up the artwork!

Floots, some how I think the only thing cold about you is the climate you live in. Thank you!

Thanks Lee, yes it is. See comment to Kai.

polona said...

a moving tribute to a wounded soul!

Borut said...

Did I catch the mood of this one today?

exquisite corpse said...


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PleaSe StoP bY agIna toPlaY the Game bY addINg a coupLE seNTeNCes
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Pat Paulk said...

Thank you Polona. There are a lot of them out there.

Borut I'm not sure...

EC, I will!

Christine Klocek-Lim said...

The opening of this poem is fantastic and sad all at once. Well done.

Anonymous said...

Haunting...But beautiful...This might be my favorite.

Luanne said...

i am with floots, there is such gentleness in between your lines.

Did she know that you noticed?

you are very observant. nice, as always!