Held hostage then thrown to the wolves
Over and over again
Like in a reoccurring nightmare
Her predicament was an unbending quagmire
Of insincerity and deceit
Detained by disingenuousness smiles
Frantically planning
To captivate her dynamic longing
To climb over the crowd she was akin to
Anchoring their belongings to her skin
Even in sheep’s clothing
She was covered in an delicate glow
Even in flashbacks of happiness
She appeared sad and detached
Even in fleeting moments of lucidity
Everything appeared as a haze of troublesome inquiry
Designed to distract and debilitate
Her daily desire
To dissolve her dilemma
Detaching her from the dullness of their dreams
She was like a child lost in the wilderness
Where only shadows of footprints lived
Her only escape was to surrender
Into the trail where no one returned
Only her smile lives on
Only the memory of her voice
And the charm of her presence
Rustles through the wind of distant leaves
This was a terrible tragedy the death of
Anna Nicole Smith,She was so
young and she had so much to live for
This is a very nice tribute to
The memory of a beautiful Soul!!
Outstanding Imagery And Flow another great write!!
Jude Forese.....HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!..Morning Star
When I first clicked on this poem, I was expecting to read a story about a person named "distant" who left. Now that I've read it, I see I was partially right. Only instead of distant leaving, life left distance. Does that make sense? ~ Sara
this takes me back to a poem i read earlier a true story of abuse on a child a baby, this is like another vision of what she went through
this is moving and sad and familiar
high here very high
... Sounds like a fairytale: Babes In The Wood or all those others with Wicked Stepmothers and Unscrupulous Uncles. Or a bit Kipling, like Mowgli's Jungle. Unlike this tale, though, most tragic heroines seem to survive in Brothers Grimm, dramatically released by some KISA (Knight In Shining Armour!), but looks like the Grimm Brothers possibly thought they'd won the day here... Yet in her "surrender" was escape. I would like to think she was simply translated, like a character from one of Ovid's Metamorphoses. The spirits of children always go on to grow elsewhere, leaving their magic behind. Enchanting, Jude. TY K xx
Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on February 12, 2007
She did have a powerful effect like the muse of this one.
Ah...but she poured plaster of paris in her footprints, the quick-setting paste captures her memory in a timeless sculpture placed on the trail in the autumn, why the leaves turn colors in her honor...colorful and wild female archetype...
Your insight into this character is compelling. It is certainly good when we can see it for what it is and then move on; remembering only the good. Too often the ugly hangs on for too long. Tremendous write Robert!
light and Wisdom ...
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on February 12, 2007
A very haunting write like the wind that blows. Great character sketch.
Your filling up my library Mr. Jude!
Amazing imagery, in this heart wrenching view...So many young girls and women fall into this whirlwind, only to be a memory in "Distant Leaves"
Excellent write, as always!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
I thoroughly enjoyed this poem. Caused me to recall that recent Anna(the actresses death for some reason)
However, I found these words quite touching indeed,
"...Where only shadows of footprints lived" mmmm my mind thinks those very thoughts...glimpses "Distant Leaves" we are all distant leaves from the same tree if you think about this~Hugs Robert Poet Brother...smile~hope you do!
You know I am a sentimentalist/romantic...and etc,etc...therefore shall I take my leave.
"the trail where no one returned..." it's creepy and a good read overall. sounds like a victim of kidnapping where i live. a touch or two will perfect it. thanks for sharing
She was like a child lost in the wilderness
Where only shadows of footprints lived"
One of the best verse I have read of yours. This has a twinge of hope swirling arounf the sorrow. Great piece.
The loss of innocence seems to push the subject of this dazzling well imaged write into an obscurity that though she tried to resist eventually wore here down as life wears us all seemingly down in the end. Great write my friend.
cornered, without recourse ..."where only shadows of footprints lived"...
powerfully engaging, melancholy write, jude.
my, you do season well.
peace,
carolyn
Pain and disappointment can take their toll on the heart, leaving it empty, cold and numb. Fear of repeating the past takes her into the darkened corners of her soul where no one lives and all dreams die. This poem, though sad, is spot on, Jude.
Take care,
Sherry
All too often this poem rings long and lonesome. I know someone like this, intimately it seems, but...it sure keeps her heart from breaking anymore and she sure can hum a tune.
Thank you. You are a Savior in so many ways Robert.
Love,
Susan
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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Reindeer
Happy Valentine day`*
Happy Valentine
Anna Nicole Smith,She was so
young and she had so much to live for
This is a very nice tribute to
The memory of a beautiful Soul!!
Outstanding Imagery And Flow another great write!!
Jude Forese.....HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!..Morning Star
Where only shadows of footprints lived
A seemingly barren life yet her finest qualities roam free with the wind.
Compelling.
Dai
Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*
this is moving and sad and familiar
high here very high
A world of emotion lies beyond the cover.
Ron
Sage
light and Wisdom ...
Giving you a hi-five...bravo...this is a winner!!
Love Tinka
Amazing imagery, in this heart wrenching view...So many young girls and women fall into this whirlwind, only to be a memory in "Distant Leaves"
Excellent write, as always!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Sandie May Angel :o)
Another exceptional write, as all your many fans agree with me on.
I thoroughly enjoyed this poem. Caused me to recall that recent Anna(the actresses death for some reason)
However, I found these words quite touching indeed,
"...Where only shadows of footprints lived" mmmm my mind thinks those very thoughts...glimpses "Distant Leaves" we are all distant leaves from the same tree if you think about this~Hugs Robert Poet Brother...smile~hope you do!
You know I am a sentimentalist/romantic...and etc,etc...therefore shall I take my leave.
Ps...leaving a leaf behind
Michael
Where only shadows of footprints lived
So very powerful, Jude, and so very sad.
Where only shadows of footprints lived"
One of the best verse I have read of yours. This has a twinge of hope swirling arounf the sorrow. Great piece.
Best wishes always
From
Kay
Love,
CJ
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George
powerfully engaging, melancholy write, jude.
my, you do season well.
peace,
carolyn
Beautiful use of lights and darks, though painful loss hides in deep shadows.
Take care,
Sherry
Regis
Thank you. You are a Savior in so many ways Robert.
Love,
Susan