Raggedy Ann on Edge

Raggedy Ann on Edge

Raggedy Ann has left home on a fast track she is swinging a red lantern and repeating the alphabet backwards her eyes are glued to the forest and yes, she can see the forest for the trees but what of that she is on an expedition to anywhere other than the playroom nothing comes alive there at night there is no party when the little girl sleeps there is just Raggedy Ann watching the cosmos and touching pale glass A huge beach ball once rested near the closet wall just before it deflated, the colors swelled into the moon Raggedy Ann has pocketed the moon it too is enjoying the journey the lanterns are only for the thought that sometimes hovers in her hand drawn heart on which someone has stitched i love you.

Reviews

[AG]

this was a very charming and profound read.

i love how you've juxtaposed childlike impressions to man's innermost pathos.

i simply adore how you put such unexpected elements into moving words. this was artistically well-crafted and poetically dynamic.

this is proof that a great poem need not provoke the reader to think so deep or tell truths which are uncommon to the knowledge of the hoi polloi. sometimes, the best writes are those that help the reader realize that he can put himself in the shoes of the most unlikely of characters and hence feel.

great job! this is one for my favorites list.

[Emily B]

What Kortas said and so much more! This works on so many levels. We all feel like the old rag doll some day with I love you written on our hearts but not much else.

Annie's all grown up with all that entails. Poor dis-heartened Annie.

[W.k.kortas]

A bit more abstract than the general line of your work, but that certainly isn't a bad thing--the fact that the charms of this piece are somewhat less tangible than most doesn't belie that fact that it is as sumptuously visual as anything you've written, nor that it is every bit as affecting. Winsome, wistful, and utterly wonderful.