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Array ( [sid] => 45905 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => ringing [time] => 2004-05-02 19:17:48 [hometext] => i hope i don't end up this way... [bodytext] => She stands outside the gate
Waiting for her joy to return to her
The bell rings and she shudders
Even after all these years, the school bell
Is ringing out something inside her.
Her stomach knots.
She flinches.
Perhaps it's the memory of cold numbers
Constant frowns
A strict teacher?
With a cane?
Or maybe it was the signal to shuffle out to the strict mother? Was that the part she hated?
Did love of learning outrank love of mother?
Endeavouring with all her energy to live in the fields, freedom in pages of books
Rather than a suffocating cottage
Where childhood was barely there for her
When she needed it.
Pushing a pram she could hardly see over the top of, while Mother is seated comfortably
Laughing and drinking, flirting and watching
Everyone but the little girl who spoke with the wisdom of someone well past her age.
I wasn't there...so I can't be sure.
But I know I'm here now. And I know I've never felt so sorry for her. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 157 [topic] => 48 [informant] => dolly_dagger [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )

ringing

Contributed by dolly_dagger on Sunday, 2nd May 2004 @ 07:17:48 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

She stands outside the gate
Waiting for her joy to return to her
The bell rings and she shudders
Even after all these years, the school bell
Is ringing out something inside her.
Her stomach knots.
She flinches.
Perhaps it's the memory of cold numbers
Constant frowns
A strict teacher?
With a cane?
Or maybe it was the signal to shuffle out to the strict mother? Was that the part she hated?
Did love of learning outrank love of mother?
Endeavouring with all her energy to live in the fields, freedom in pages of books
Rather than a suffocating cottage
Where childhood was barely there for her
When she needed it.
Pushing a pram she could hardly see over the top of, while Mother is seated comfortably
Laughing and drinking, flirting and watching
Everyone but the little girl who spoke with the wisdom of someone well past her age.
I wasn't there...so I can't be sure.
But I know I'm here now. And I know I've never felt so sorry for her.

Copyright © dolly_dagger ... [ 2004-05-02 19:17:48]
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Re: ringing (User Rating: 1 )
by Chrissylee on Sunday, 2nd May 2004 @ 07:23:55 PM AEST
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nice write, i hope she can feel comfort in the owrds you write and just be there as a friend but never feel sorry for her just extend a guiding hand

Re: ringing (User Rating: 1 )
by jade_elephant on Tuesday, 11th May 2004 @ 04:02:03 PM AEST
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i would love to know your inspiration for poetry, x

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