posted by joe at 8/31/2006 12:21:00 PM
Inner Child
The young child,
closed its eyes so tight,
its life 'came darker,
than the night.....afraid
to open to the light,
the child
died
quietly
of fright.
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Thursday, August 31, 2006
Inner Child
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Any feedback on this little poem would be appreciated.... tks mike
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joe, at 8/31/2006 12:35:00 PM
I think the thing which strikes me about this poem is that it is so short. The reader wants to know more. What was the child afraid of? What lead up to this death? It is just so "matter of fact", almost unemotional.
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Ruth, at 9/01/2006 04:33:00 PM
The poem is about my inner child... and deals with being taught fear at a very young age and then not being able to trust others enough to overcome the fear instilled.... the death is a contrived ending of what would have happened if I in fact had not found a "way out" of the fear....
I guess the key for the reader is the title... there is no real child her.
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joe, at 9/02/2006 05:53:00 PM
I read this as a metaphor for lost innocence... I assumed that it was alluding to adulthood as a force which kills childhood notions of security and joyfulness.
If that makes sense...?
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Rantirator, at 9/08/2006 02:08:00 PM
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