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Lilac Walls & Rainbow Brite
Lilac Walls & Rainbow Brite
Written: April 25, 2006
Small memories she recalls-
Such as lilac bedroom walls.
A Rainbow Brite doll that was her best friend-
Keeping her secrets till the end.
Remembering the mother consumed with alcohol-
And being forced to stare at those lilac walls.
The father who thought of her as his wife-
Taking more of her-seeking to destroy her life.
Mother was too busy with pampering her pets-
So father made use of every second he could get.
Lilac walls, and Rainbow Brite next to me-
They were my witnesses to what Mother refused to see.
Few pictures remain-
And lies they contain!
On them are written false words-
Things never felt, spoken, nor heard.
'My Three Girls' there in the ink-
Of a mother who watched that abuse-and didn't blink.
Love was not granted to those girls-
Only misery, pain and darkened worlds.
But in that darkness, I still see lilac walls-
And remember mother ignoring my screams, my calls.
Lilac walls and Rainbow Brite-
He was too strong for me to fight.
She refused to protect me-
Yet blames me for this misery.
Well, that little girl-fragile and broken-
Is grown up and sharing secrets once said to never be spoken.
Lilac walls and Rainbow Brite-
My voice I now give flight'
©2006 Candice M. Martin
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Comment by: bees - 2006-12-02 15:41
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I had a rainbow brite doll when I was little. This is such a powerful poem. Reading it though, the rhyme doesn't seem to follow any set meter. In poems so confronting, I have found that when the meter is measured it can be so powerful because the words seem to come from a false sense of security which would work so nicely with the idea of these unseen things.
One of my favourite confessional poets is Robert Gray. Are you familiar with him at all? I got a lot out of reading his poetry when I was writing a lot of confessionals.
Such a powerful poem.
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"Meagre Portions"
Offering a small glimpse of some of the words that informal grae - Graeme Sandford - has cobbled together over the years in an attempt to become rich and famous through his writing. Sadly, he is poor and unknown (largely due to his writing).
So, what are you waiting for?
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