Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
Last Of The Trick Or Treats
Little slim acne face
You know you’ve been jabbed at
Your laugh the littlest
A small-like snicker
Bedrooms are for hiding
No need to involve yourself
In overtime with the idiots…just
Dig into that last Halloween candy bag
Your grandmother bought you
For Christmas
And pull out the best Snickers you’ve got
You can see there’s no more
Monkey bars for you
Even though you will remember
The bark dust on the playground
Gets changed every other year
Sometimes it’s the big chunks
Other times, little
Still the slivers feel the same
You cling to the bars now, but
You want to lose your grip
On that coldest day of spring
When the metal stings your hands
Beginning a taste for chocolate
To soothe the curve of your hip
That bends the playground
Into lead memories full of twists
Will your first glass of wine
Make you dizzy?
Will she look like you…or?
The pain still resonates, but
Your new laughter is heard
Even while you hide in your room
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Wonderful piece… M. 🙂
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Awesome!
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WOW….. that was a powerful piece
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I like this. Really.
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Intriguing
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Vivid images in word and picture. You have this brought this sad and confused little girl to life.
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I adore this.
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This seems especially true, even more, today.
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Thanks so much
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I was a twig at that age and trying to fit in. I never made it. I’ve been an outlier my whole life. But I think that was the age where eat with your mouth shut and don’t make all that racket was commanded of my by my parents. Times I would go back, knowing what I know. But if I did, that little girl wouldn’t have turned into me.
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That’s so true.
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You really brought the image forward. I wasn’t thinking of poetical form or punctuations. It flowed as if it were alive and right there your heart or mine as a mother looked on with concern but also that moment when you want them to stay young and beautifully innocent. If you affect me that way, and you always do, it is the sign of you being a poet of our time and place. A footstep if you please, to always know will be there.
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even though you explain above that you know this person, i think you’ve done a fine job of empathizing with her. the details are right on. enjoyed especially the play on “snickers.” the photo also just reaches out and grabs the viewer.
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So true! I have way too much anxiety to pretend that I don’t care what others think.
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Yes, that’s similar to what I’m talking about. We love to say that “I don’t care what people think”. However, the statement itself is an attempt to change what others think about us. Funny creatures, aren’t we?
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I know I am. I’m overweight and I am so self conscious that I watch what I eat in public.
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I’ve noticed that this person is embarrassed to eat in front of people. Or at least to eat certain things in front of people.
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Truly a look at innocence vs. experience. slight little taste of an eating disorder perhaps?
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Not a thing you can teach, only offer support, and a shoulder to cry on, or arms to hug!
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Wow!! This is amazing 🙂
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Nice!!
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This poem was inspired by a teenager I know, who still is bit immature for her/his age and hasn’t figured out her/his sexual identity. No where near being in the closet, but somewhere in between a young teenage girl and a masculine desire.
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Indeed
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um…Wow!!! I remember being her so very long ago.
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marvelous piece
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