Remember Beatrix?

Lilliput Girl

I don't know how many of you might remember my poetry but anyway, I was called Beatrix on these boards but opted for a different name. Here's my part two thread to "Clingfilm Poetry" ... it's quite different to the old poems. I think.


Dedication to Sufferers

It is easy to complain
About the misfortunes
That befall us -
But we never think of
Those who suffered more
And never caused a fuss.

We paint ourselves in colours
That are fake and bleed
Together in the rain -
But there are some who
Do not paint - they highlight
What is there again.

There are endless bibliographies
In multitudinous bookstores
Telling many brave "true" stories -
And there are many people
Never written in books
Who can truly say They know what Glory is.

Lilliput Girl

I sit alone here
Listening to noises
Keyboard clicks
Much coughing
And loneliness.

Phone rings.
It is not mine
And shall not be
For a while -
I am a face
Among my ghost friends.

I must find tears
To vent my sorrows
But they will not come
Like friend hugs
They are gone.
Once the sun shone.

BEAT

Beatrix! I wondered many times what happened to you, so glad to see you back
and very well done , once again

Lilliput Girl

Walking blur
Of lights and
Moving creatures
Like bright stars
Dancing on a lake-
I plunge amid
Them, semi-blind
And fully quiet-
I pretend I am
A tiny worm
Unnoticeable
And small
But doing my tall
Bit for mother nature-
Blind, inconspicuous
But aren't we all?

shiv

I like your last one best, Beatrix
The rhythm and slightly-off structure works very well
You should post them individually though, so we don't miss any!!

Lilliput Girl

Thank you. It's been a while since I wrote poetry... So I'm out of practise.

shiv

The only way to get back into it is to write more, even if it's ****e at first, just get writing

parker larkin

very true shiv, advice I must take myself.
Lili, your last piece is the most interesting and well written. Good on ya

Lilliput Girl

I want to dance in stripey coloured jumpers
In the Summer... in the hay.
I want the sunset to blind me
Like it did when I was five.
I want to be surprised again
When, holding baby frogs within my palm,
I bubble laughter.
I want to make "wheat soup" in
Daddy's horse buckets.

But now I'm a little older I have older dreams-
Now I want to dance upon the moon
If I want to dash down rainy streets in
Skirt and tights I surely may.
I want to hold my friends' hands and kiss their
Cheeks amid happy tears.
I want to give them gifts that they have never owned.
I want to be a child that has been blessed
With adulthood-my wish is gold

shiv

Charming lilliput
Great imagery