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Cradle
Contributed by
tinka_belle
on
Friday, 18th July 2003 @ 06:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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The cradle rocks back and forth
Slowly,
silently
The milk is warm
and
trickles from the bottle
Tiny little clothes lie on the bed
Not moving,
just lying there
The room is cold and dark
There are no windows,
no stars,
no moon
Just darkness
Everything is silent.
The teddy bears make no sound,
they to,
are scared to whisper
The cradle rocks back and forth,
slowly,
silently
Memories creep but never jump
They are locked away
Forever
Many questions to scared to be asked are answered anyway
The mirror reflects nothing
Only silence
Tears blind all surroundings
Salty,
wet
The rain falls unexpectedly
Not afraid to be heard
Pain holds on to what has been lost
Laughing at what will not be shared
The cradle rocks back and forth
Slowly,
silently
The air in the room seams stale
Old and worn
The paint on the wall is peeling
Never shown to another
The changing table is dusty
Nappies unused,
are left waiting,
for something
Nursery rhymes never heard are lonely,
wanting to be read aloud
Words are whispered but are hushed
Unspoken,
untold
The mind relives what has been
and
shatters every dream ever dreamt
The cradle rocks back and forth
Slowly,
silently
The painting on the wall is an impostor
Only an illusion to the naked eye
The naked eye
Laced with tears
Timid and worn
The basinet sways awakedly
Shy and anxious
The toy box,
unopened,
is locked with fear
Scared to be unlocked
Scared of what might be
The mobile hangs from the ceiling,
spinning ,
turning
The cradle rocks back and forth
Slowly,
silently
The lamp gives off no light
Shadows whisper to one another
Telling secrets unknown to others
Crochet booties,
never walked in,
lie on the ground
Feelings are numbed by nightmares
Nightmares experienced again night after night
The effects painful
Dolls,
untouched not played with are always asking
why
Their eyes pierce the silence present in the room
The cradle rocks back and forth
Slowly,
slilently
Questions of why and how never seem to be answered
The mind never forgets,
the heart is never repared
Somewhere,
a place is revisited
A place that holds fear and sorrow
Thoughts of what might have been
are always there in the back of the mind
Never leaving
becoming a permeant residence
The baby,
never able to sleep in its cradle
The cradle that rocks back and forth
Slowly,
silently
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tinka_belle
... [
2003-07-18 18:05:00]
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Re: Cradle
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by vincy on
Friday, 18th July 2003 @ 07:12:05 PM AEST
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Yes, you do rock that cradle, almost like a tempo,
the murmurings of the mind.... back and forth
an atmosphere is created here, this poem breathes.
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Re: Cradle
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by Saira on
Friday, 18th July 2003 @ 07:27:31 PM AEST
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Very well written. Good work!
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