Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Becoming Sasquatch

A course layer of brown hair
thicker than a bristle brush
covered his body like Sasquatch.

Kids teased him behind his back
with a pluck out of nowhere
or a piece of duct tape
pulled!
off !
real!
fast!
a bit of dignity stripped
with each hair.

For years hatred festered.
The haunting taunts
followed him around
like a pesky ghost,
until he died

inside, shed his coat,
grabbled in a puddle of despair
a bald Sasquatch.

©laurie kolp

Prompt inspirations:
Poetry Jam- Bully
Poetic Asides- Hairy

17 comments:

Mary said...

This is very sad, Laurie. Too many people are taunted for things they cannot help!

Brian Miller said...

puberty def sucks...we all progress at different times and makes us feel awkward....i feel you on this one...

Mary Mansfield said...

Another very sad situation. Children can be so cruel at times, maybe some of the anti-bullying programs that are popping up will help curb this problem. A strong poem.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Such a strong write........I can see him in that puddle of despair.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

You bring a real humanity to this poor soul. A strong, sad write.

Grace said...

This is a lovely though sad write Laurie ~ I specially like the last stanza ~

Daydreamertoo said...

To be bullied because we don't fit into the 'norm' is dreadful. I feel for this poor soul

Mama Zen said...

How sad!

Helen said...

Your poem is agonizingly sad ... and beautifully written.

Dave King said...

Powerful write. You have made it very vivid

Margaret said...

This has been a tough morning, reliving, reading poems like these. Well done.

Short poems said...

Sad but so beautifully written!

Take care
Marinela

Steve Piper said...

Very well done, you're the real deal, Poet. Thank you for writing, and letting us read you.

Rinkly Rimes said...

I wonder how many people we meet in the street are nursing scars.

Judy Roney said...

Heartbreaking. So many sad stories that we know of and so many who know personally. This makes me sick in the pit of my stomach. I hope for better in the world.

Christine said...

I've always wondered what it would have been like to be the "normal outgoing, liked by all" teenager growing up. Sad thing is those who I thought were all that, probably have their own stories.

Peggy said...

A very unique take on the prompt, Laurie. Excellent at grabbing the reader and then conveying the message. I am late commenting this week as I have been away and it is often hard for me to be back into the writing groove after a trip. But I always enjoy your work.