Sunrays filtering through her translucent wings,
As she rose effortlessly,
What a beauty she was,
Pure and unspoiled,
As I ran after her,
Oblivious,
She hopped from flower to flower,
Oh such a beautiful day,
Shiny and bright,
Such a joy it was,
To be with the
Dragonfly in flight.
Why did you steal my
Childhood from me,
You, who dress in piety,
Those lips that proclaim the
Name of God incessantly,
How can it hide teeth so sharp,
Shredding me to pieces,
You who proclaim special days
For children, women and mothers,
Speak of the divine and of heaven,
Did you ever think of hell,
When you stole my childhood
From me and left me to rot,
In your hell.
The wings are now torn,
No more translucent,
They don’t reflect
the sunlight no more,
Its limp body shaking,
The dragonfly lies in the
Palm of my hand,
I close my fist,
Darkness.
There goes a monster,
He says,
Piously calling God,
And
Praying for my salvation.
Ah, do you notice
The dark shadows
Of sin
As the saints
March in.
Love the way you ended this piece.
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Thanks Drew. I was writing the poem when I saw yours and commented. The digression helped.
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Smiling. Funny how that happens
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Gorgeous description and mode in first stanza. Sorry about the loss of the beauty. True there is often to much loss in beauty, especially if it is the lure.
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Thanks Oneta.
Unfortunately there are more darkness under the lamp, more crimes in broad daylight in this world.
The loss of innocence of childhood is painful, for it to be taken away by force is a crime. However majority of time those crimes go unpunished.
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Too often. Even those punished generally do not equal justice. For instance a life spent in prison with all one’s needs met does not equal justice for a life taken.
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