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| Lighthouse Dandelions by Jamie Wyeth Courtesy of pic prompt, The Mag 169 |
Pollyanna had a thing for sun-
shine, alacrity enough
to ward off any storm.
I cried when she fell
from the tree,
hung my head
in yellow walls
wishing for
something cheery
in my life.
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Also shared with Poets United: Poetry Pantry 150
39 comments:
Childhood could be so tough at times.
Childhood memories. So many. I'm falling head first into your work. This is what a poetry reader hopes for. Thank you.
there is a deep sadness behind this...something cheery...as if she were the last thing to fall..
so things went well this weekend?
Such sweet sadness in this poem.
Forgive me for laughing. So much sorrow here! But the way you verse it is extraordinary: It tickles as it mourns.
One of my "Laurie Favorites."
This is wonderful Laurie, I love the image. The Pollyanna character only makes the sadness more poignant
sadness will go by reading your lovely poems!
so true, just because there is light, does not mean there is joy
Poor Pollyanna-
My mother read the Pollyanna books to me when I was a kid...when I was sick in bed. I enjoyed them very much, the idea of always looking on the bright side of things. Might sound simplistic in today's world, but for me at the time it was good medicine.
I remember seeing Hayley Mills in the movie Pollyanna and going home vowing to be more like her. It didnt last though, because home didnt change. Smiles. I love your writing, Laurie.
Love the sparseness of this and yet you chose just the right words - memorable.
Deep...sad.
I could feel the sadness here.
Somber and melancholy, but quite well done.
Laurie,
I think that when we reflect back to our childhood at times, we are perhaps wishing to find a simple comfort from that time...Perhaps story readings etc..Now long gone.
Loved the yellow image.
Eileen:)
a hint of sadness in a childhood memory. "I cried when she fell"
At first when I looked at the picture, the dandelions stood out to me. Now after reading your poem, the yellow walls and brightness are standing out! You showed me something more cheery to look at!
Bittersweet and beautifully worded.
Now Pollyanna is a shining light on the hill for us all !
Much said in few words...
As I recall, she perked up again after that fall and melted the cold butter heart of the old rich crone ... that Pollyanna! What a girl! For a while, though, we were scared for her weren't we?
Love this week's offering Laurie ...
Sweetly sad.
How tragic... but the memories remain sweet.
Lots of conflicting emotion here, neatly wrapped in so few, well-chosen words.
=)
Deep and memorable great piece to the prompt
Somehow the brightness of the yellow makes the sad seem sadder still.
Lovely and sad, such are these moments in life. We survive, we move on, we remember. A lovely little capture, Laurie.
Sad child. Such a simple, beautiful tale.
Sad child. Such a simple, beautiful tale.
..ah, the Pollyanna i know and love... smiles...
" Hung my head in yellow walls"...best line in ages!! I'll put it on my charm bracelet!!
ah! so sweet and simple!
The glad game! I haven't thought about Pollyanna in ages...this made me smile...
There are some friends, that when they are not around, everything seems a bit dimmer. :) Very sweet.
Sometimes being a kid is a suckfest.
I like this. A nice simple take on the prompt and like nothing else I've
seen, well done Laurie.
This is a lovely, sweet capture of childhood's wide-eyed optimism and belief in wishes coming true.
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