![]() Only Seven YearsA Poem by modtoddinc![]() Another Found Poem: basically an experiment with this form,(as well as video auto play insertion) I am interested in combining parts to create something new; as I live life through the lens of poetry.![]() Only Seven Years I felt embarrassed; the flowers were cheap lilies, Leftover from Easter, found in a grocery store… This pointing, this sensitive's unraveling, This sting I've been ignoring, I feel it way down, way down… (He was shot and killed) Once there were trailers here, on each side of the asphalt I can still see the electrical hookups and These versions of violence… Sometimes subtle sometimes clear, And the ones that go unnoticed Still leave their mark once disappeared, Coercing or leaving Shutting down and punishing Running from rooms, defending, Withholding, justifying; These versions of violence… A small memorial has risen Visitors rarely venture north, Where signs of better days haunt almost every street Remembered in the living; through tears and rage and endless discrete Instead they are diagnosing, analyzing Giving unsolicited advice Explaining and controlling, Judging opining and meddling, He was shot and killed! These versions of violence… modtoddink, 2015 Article "In North Charleston, tales of a price being paid" by Moni Basu, CNN -Sat April 11, 2015 "Sonatine I - Act Of Violence" by Joe Hisaishi Photo, unkown © 2015 modtoddincAuthor's NoteFeatured Review
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4 Reviews Added on April 12, 2015 Last Updated on April 12, 2015 Tags: violence, current events, music mythology, death, healing, debate, understanding AuthormodtoddincTacoma, WAAboutI write what I feel with honesty, and integrity. I love art in all it's forms, especially poetry and multi-media. I love to read, watch movies, play music, and study comparative mythology. I hope to o.. more..Writing
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