|Courtesy Google Images - Selected by Tess Kincaid for Magpie Tales|
It taunts me still, falsely beckoning. "Free"
is a word I hardly remember. Plea
I do. I do scream for release.
I do beg for clarity and peace
from the past abuse, from his hurtful words.
I do try to forget, to move onwards
but the nightmare taunts me, suffocating
me with despair that haunts. Yes, altering
my mind. My mind once filled with love.
My mind still desires a world of
youthful hopes. His red chair still reproaches
my mind. I swear to burn it to ashes.
by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, November 17, 2011
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This poem is for dVerse "Form for All" and it was a hard one! The form is "staccato"and it has two stanzas of six lines with the rhyming pattern a, a, b, b, c, c. Not so bad, but then there are internal line rhymes and syllable repeats... egads. Just click on the link to read further.
I attempted to link this poem with the "Magpie Tales" photo prompt. If you read my poem, I give you a pat on the back! This has NO bearing on me or my past... just a reaction to the photo and the restrictions of the "staccato". So no need to worry.