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NaPoWriMo Poem Day 24 ~~~ Orphan Cries

JackieP

 

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Orphan Cries

Room abandoned, beds empty
Walls echo with orphan cries
Tis nought but bricks, wood, plaster
This dark, gloomy room
Where lines of beds reside
Teary, weary children were kept
Played little, worked much,
Grew to be men, women,
Out in the hard world they go
Walls dingy, windows, tall, doors locked
Room where sadness, loneliness reigns
Children crying in flat pillows at night
Praying for someone to take them home
The hardwood floors soak up their fears
Moonlight dully shines to light the gloom
Shadows dancing on the walls, nightmares come
Brick, wood, plaster walls, muffle their orphan cries

Today’s poem followed the NaPoWriMo website prompt:

 Today, I challenge you to write a poem that features walls, bricks, stones, arches, or the like. If that sounds a bit hard, remember that one of Robert Frost’s most famous poems was about a wall. Happy writing!

Hope you enjoyed and I always welcome comments!

 

Published by JackieP

I enjoy reading, writing, and painting. I love animals and at present have one dog (Sam) and 2 cats (brother and sister, Notwen and Pouncer). I've lived in various places in the USA and now in Canada. I've always enjoyed watching life and people and have developed an appreciation for it all. My outlook is sometimes out of the normal.... but that's what makes things so interesting! I am always interested in the opinions of others. Everyone has their own outlook and it's always worthwhile to listen! http://tobreatheistowrite.com

14 thoughts on “NaPoWriMo Poem Day 24 ~~~ Orphan Cries”

  1. Your blog looks different Jackie?
    This poem is a wonderful depiction of the space you describe and the reasons for its gloominess you vividly portray. You created a beautiful sense of the sadness of such places. Well done indeed.

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    1. I changed my blog theme once more Michael lol, spring fever I think.
      thank you kindly for the view on my poem. I appreciate your comment.

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  3. It’s so sad, the babies in those orphanages develop flat spots on the back of their heads from lying flat on their backs all day and night… Nobody to pick them up and hold them and let their skulls develop more normally.

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