Divided by derision

I trip

I fall

I skin my knees

I cry the tears

Of a hungry gull

I am picked up

I am fed

Rocked with natural nurtured words

Cooing and soothing

The maternal words

Calming my fractured sounds

And I feel safe

And I am held

A mother’s wings surround me

 

I skip

I trip

I fall

Over words

Empty headed curses

Cheers and jeers breathed over me

Words that in my distress I own

In my loss of face

My loss of value and belief

fear creeps in

To take the place

Where love and affirmation

Once lived

And I try to lick my wounds

In that cold dark and lonely place

Because I am not one of them

Those

that tribe of others

 

and in that place

I trip

I fall

Over someone else

Like me

And we stand

We hold each other up

Together we walk  

We tramp

We stalk the streets

Of troubled days and nights

until we trip and fall

and we come upon another

just like us

we three with skinned knees

and blooded hearts

we pick each other up

we address each other’s wounds

 

we rise we walk

and our faces shine

and we look into

the light

and for the first time in an age

we feel the warmth

and she

and he

and I

and them

even though we are different

we are not alone

as others emerge from the shadows

we are as one

and one is one

with you and them

and me

◄ Bored

Sunning themselves ►

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Martin Elder

Sat 4th Aug 2018 18:21

Thanks Rose much appreciated, this is one of those poems that I wasn't completely happy with and nearly didn't post


Thanks again
Martin

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Rose Casserley

Fri 3rd Aug 2018 21:09

Martin, will this capital word plus exclamation mark- STUNNING! suffice? because in my 'umble opinion it applies one hundred per cent to this fabbo.



Rose 💋


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Martin Elder

Tue 31st Jul 2018 09:35

Cheers Col. I think you are right it would probably work well as a live piece.

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Tue 31st Jul 2018 09:05

I can hear you reciting this one Martin - maybe I have already? Good stuff mate. Col.

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Martin Elder

Mon 30th Jul 2018 20:16

Thanks to Darren and Jon for liking and Thanks to Stu Anya, Jane, Ray and Hannah for commenting.

Glad I was able to keep your attention Stu. Sometimes long poems can be tedious especially when I write them

I am grateful that the sense of anticipation drew you in Jane

I always appreciate your astute and well considered comments Ray cheers


Hannah always a pleasure to have favourable comments from you. I never really know whether I am expressing what I want to portray with my words


There is a fair element of me in this poem and it is never easy to realise who you really are as any abilities I may have are not always self apparent. So writing and even more exposing it to the outside world can make anyone feel more vulnerable. So once again thank you all for your continued support and positive comments.


Martin

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Hannah Collins

Sun 29th Jul 2018 20:30

I enjoyed reading this poem so much.
The journey, the stress, the meeting with others.
Poetry I really like.

Hannah

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raypool

Sun 29th Jul 2018 19:18

Quite a journey Martin. An internalized one and a fair appraisal of how we try to cope with less than perfect conditions, seeking like minds for comfort. (I think).

Ray

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Sun 29th Jul 2018 18:41

A very nice poem from beginning to end!😊 I read it with anticipation for the end and really liked your closing lines.

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Stu Buck

Sun 29th Jul 2018 16:51

great stuff martin. flows beautifully and kept me interested until the end which is a giant achievement in itself!

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