Poem.

[zoolane]

Shared.

Share the amount between the two.
They grab for the near piece.
It jotted to left with claws scratch the surface.
It drops and breaks in fragments.
A puddle of jelly laid on floor.
The blaze sun melted it into glue.
The splinters pull together to form.
My heart.

[Bar22do]

There is something with punctuation here which needs mending (plus it dropS and breakS), I think. But what a wonderful heart surgery after what reads like a real breakage! B f B

[PrinceMyshkin]

I'm not comfortable with the shift of metaphors, from "glue" to "splinters," but insofar as I understand this, I find it very moving.

[zoolane]

Thank you for comments Bar and Prince.

The actual was about my two daughters want attention all time but then alter slightly to see if I could imply that it was heart.

[zoolane]

Forever.

I can be here forever,
with voice screaming to be heard.
I can be forever wait for you to listen.
I shan't wait turn in line.
I will edge my way forward with each breath
I take and words reeling in the air.
My hands and voice will ever stop
and even in my death I will calling you.
From deep within the ground.

[everyadventure]

I think "Shared" is my favorite poem of yours, ever. This little scene of parenthood captured both the exasperation and the unconditional love. Dang, I wish I'd written it.

[Jerrybaldy]

English my native language and have characterizes of dyslexia.


I don't want to sound like a patronizing bastard, although I know I am taking the chance, but your dyslexic characteristics, once acknowledged, adds to what Auntie calls your poetic voice. You are zoo.

[zoolane]

Thank you EA and Jerry.

Jagged.

Jagged memory dawning itself within me.
Flash of faith presenting itself front of my eyes.
In the distance of a new horizon reaching out.
Sprayed with jewels across to the rose colour hinted glass.
Pearls piercing thought and shattered the memory.

[zoolane]

The Whore's Child.

As he slip out of the whore womb.
Beneath her breath sign of relief is quietly heard.
Now she get back to being Master's whore again.

I heard you ask what comes of the bastard child,
well come bit closer and I will tell you.

He is give to a the cooker to raise in Master's house.
He is true gentlemen as well a servant.
The cooker dies, and reveal all to him.
He going see his father/ Master.

"Father, I am your son".

The lady faint because she know it true.
She think what will they think of me in high society now.

The bastard child is remove from the Master's house.
Mean while the whore on the corner.
Waiting for her Master to come.
Young man approachs her.
He drop to two penny farthings down her bosom.


This poem is second part the Master's Walk which below as reminder.

The Master's Walk

The glint of the darkness.
Shadowed the shadow in the mist.
Mist entwined round cobble streets.
The cane strike in the fog.
The hat is tip to passers by.
Corner is were his whore waited.

[zoolane]

Wise.

Wise.
As I am and dumb as I am.
I am able to give advice.
Maybe not great advice but still advice never less.
You made said I am wrong.
But what hell do you know.
I know more than you think I do.
I choose not view by opinion.
Not because I can't.
Because I am wise than you think I am.

[hillwalker]

Wise - some honest self-appraisal here. Simple but insightful.

H

[Delta40]

actually, I like the glue, jelly and splinters. Throw in a cracked piece of china too for good measure. The heart is complex and Zoo demonstrates that in her unique way.

[zoolane]

Thank you Hill and Delta.

The Scream.

The scream I roar.
The words seem to distance from me.
But yet sound like me.
My voice carry the silence with utter anxiety.
The scream is heard for miles on end.
I cries 'who will listen and understand what I am?'.