once I was a baby

once I was a baby

A Poem by m.s.early

I threw away all of my pennies
Into the unforgiving wells of Sodom
I was flat on my back in the dark woods
Wishing I could die there on the ground

I felt the fire while I picked glass from my eyelids
I watched my own blood run down and drip off my elbow
Another second chance burned on another wasted night 

Grandpa counted his blessings in the twilight of his years
While I plucked stars from the sky like ears of corn from the stalk
I was husking dreams looking for the parts that pleased me most

Though mama never let me see her crying over me
Up all night wondering if I was going to make it home
Praying in a rocking chair that’s rocking to this day

Once I was a baby, once I knew no sin

© 2014 m.s.early


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only a poet could pick ears of corn while husking dreams, I wonder if any of the pennys were indian heads........................

Posted 8 Years Ago


it has such a haunting lyrical quality . . . i might expect to hear it on the radio someday

Posted 9 Years Ago


'I was husking dreams, looking for the parts that pleased me most,' that's the line that got me hook line and sinker.

The beginning and the end is easy; it's the in-between that's hard.

Loved this to bits. Beccy.



Posted 9 Years Ago


Never too late to turn around x silver and looking back - analysing and accepting things and of course writing about them (doing a service for others) is the first step.
God Bless You man.


Posted 9 Years Ago


Oh, to go back to the time when we knew no sin, no pain... Powerful theme in these images, Xavier.

Posted 9 Years Ago


and although we think the fire is out in adulthood, it still flickers in worry and wonder.
Childhood, for me a zillion light years ago, is far more than the oft available photo albums
that lurk in the dining room during Thanksgiving. It is the ambage for tomorrow, the
indirect ways of proceeding; the divaricate that lets our futures straddle us. Mount us like
a steed.

"praying in a rocking chair that's rocking to this day"

tremendous.

dana

Posted 9 Years Ago


I am always enthralled by the way you pick those moments and draw them on our souls with charcoal words. I want to memorize each flame, render each scar as a reminder. In the end you have burned so fierce within that I feel clean and only the ashes lay on the floor. I sweep them up and deposit them into the hearth.....until the next fire.....

Posted 9 Years Ago


I'm giving you a penny so that you can store it in Heaven...this is amazing and your so worth it! I will be back again...after I've had my coffee fix and read this again and again:)ty

Posted 9 Years Ago


As powerful as any man or women can write. Thanks for this one Silver!

Posted 9 Years Ago


Good recollections and reflections on that stage of your life. A precious time indeed and precious memories...Excellent, sir...:)..............

Posted 9 Years Ago



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