Stolen

Stolen

A Poem by G. K. Bostic
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One may never know the damage of words spoken to the young.

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Words...like wicked wind

Breathed away hopes and dreams

 

Like smoke in the breeze

Leaves from the trees

Drifting away

 

Like chimney's smoke

Floating into nothingness

Vanishing

 

Leaving a void

Emptiness

 

And in the emptiness

Fear

Lonliness

Hopelessness

 

Whirled away by wicked winds

© 2010 G. K. Bostic


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You've captured some powerful images here - I especially enjoy the last few lines: "Fear, Lonliness, Hopelessness, Whirled away by wicked winds." Though I sometimes don't really believe in "nothing" (even though perception isn't necessarily reality, blahblah), it's an interesting idea to ponder.

Back to the point, though. I think that many of us are more vulnerable to words than any physical beating. It's a shame they're so easy to lose control of. Fantastic write.

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Very strong message in this write---as it surfaces some results of the punishment-like cruelty in abusive words to the young while they mature, and to anyone for that matter. I believe that this is a very nice and straight-forward awareness for those who may truly need to read it (and understand it). Thanks for sharing this great write.

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You've captured some powerful images here - I especially enjoy the last few lines: "Fear, Lonliness, Hopelessness, Whirled away by wicked winds." Though I sometimes don't really believe in "nothing" (even though perception isn't necessarily reality, blahblah), it's an interesting idea to ponder.

Back to the point, though. I think that many of us are more vulnerable to words than any physical beating. It's a shame they're so easy to lose control of. Fantastic write.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thanks so much for your comments!
Gloria

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Dont you just hate those wicked winds! Words hurt more than most believe. Love the way you wrote this.

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wicked words--emotional little piece

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G. K. Bostic
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Retired Special Education Teacher & Supervisor, Writer of poetry and Nanowrimo novel, wife, mother, grandmother, and lover of country. I can be found at www.gkbostic.com Update: Since I wrote this .. more..

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