As she lay there in the field
Knowing that here she would be healed
By the sun that shone and the green grass too
Creating the past for her anew
In childhood days nature would yield
Healing powers forever sealed
In her heart and memory too
As she lay
By many lies she’d been beguiled
Things you should never tell a child
She couldn’t recount what she’d been through
As her body grew and grew
But now like the flowers she grew wild
As she lay
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Lorraine, this is gorgeous. Perhaps one of the best that I have read from you. Bravo.
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Crikey Andrew! I did it real quick this morning. It is a Rondeau as I love writing them. They are a challenge. I truly did not think it was at all good lol. Just goes to show, you cannot judge your own poetry, whuch is why it is so helpful to have feedback. So thankyou Andrew.
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One never knows how something will be judged. That is part of the beauty of blogging. I loved the piece.
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Thanks so much A drew. This has done my heart good, because I respect you as a poet and know your judgement is sound. But also, there will be other poems of mune, that others may respond well to, yet not this one. We are all dufferent aren’t we? Good job too lol
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Everyone reacts differently to art. What one man sees as ordinary may be extraordinary for another. It often depends on one’s life ed experiences as well.
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