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Before the Party

Friday night 
and here I am


I fought            yes I did
cried till my eyeballs hurt
       Dad said  NO  he tossed me down
to the cellar   with the rest of the trash

he said

oh        what he said
“How would he know?
Did it show?”

I fell   I climbed
damn the grime   he took my shoes 
so I’d not run

No coat, no shoes, where could I go
the snow was falling outside

I could hear the dance music
from the window   high and small
I sat and      I listened from there
mice skittered at the edge of the floor
one light  sickly yellow
the door locked

I’m scared. 

Painting: Exploring the Basement
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  1. Date: 3/27/2014 2:52:00 PM
    You describe a rather frightening scenario quite well with your words.

  1. Date: 2/26/2014 9:01:00 PM Hey, dynamo, I stopped by your blog and will return to congrat you there ... holy cow... what a score! I'll be buying a PDF file, affordable poetry that supports 5 poets. Hell ya, count me in! What a great idea and I am so tickled for you. Me? I am still amazed and delighted by this serendipitous meeting of arts... literary and visual and how we have reached out for each other... I feel like I've found a feather bed...

  1. Date: 2/12/2014 12:04:00 PM
    Thoughts that are so filled with emotion Debbie. You do these so well that I feel the pain is real and wish you tight hugs for the talent of the poem and however it connects to reality!

    Guzzi Avatar Debbie Guzzi
    Date: 2/12/2014 2:04:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    I spent too much of my life locked inside, first my parents, then by the mate I chose [better the devil that you know?] and in no small part do to my own insecurities, though I was never locked in a cellar, I'm sure you know your own mind can feel very much like a dark scary place!
  1. Date: 1/4/2014 1:54:00 PM
    This is a powerful piece, in fact so powerful that the picture is not even required.

    Lamoureux Avatar Richard Lamoureux
    Date: 1/4/2014 3:01:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    I have been like this kid locked behind doors as my friends or at least the ones I wished were friends enjoyed their young lives. I think that now I am like a big kid because I'm making up for the time I missed in childhood.
    Guzzi Avatar Debbie Guzzi
    Date: 1/4/2014 2:50:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    wouldn't be the first kid this happened to 'why would some one explore the basement in a party dress with no shoes, was the question to me?
  1. Date: 1/3/2014 2:28:00 PM
    Oh wow! That's awesome, Debbie.

  1. Date: 1/2/2014 7:53:00 PM
    That young girl inside the grown woman, could and would never be able to forget a night such as this, or a degrading feel of despair. As children we are expected to respect our parents, as a is our job to respect our children. Too often, and sad to say, many parents forget that part of the arrangement. My heart again breaks for that girl, and hope someone will restore her faith in unconditional love. :) Hugs, and Many Happy New Years ahead, Debbie!

  1. Date: 1/2/2014 5:49:00 PM
    Oh this really is cool!

  1. Date: 1/1/2014 11:35:00 PM
    Did u write dis on behalf of a notty grounded child? Even frm d basement here yor imaginative powers soar high! What a fantastic poem dat paints a depresd punishd one's plight. Poor him. Hey n u r right about frackin. Ok debs fond new yr greetings.

  1. Date: 1/1/2014 1:34:00 PM
    powerful and scary write, Debs - will have to check out the pic. OK, I'll try to think of another stanza for Santa's adventures x

  1. Date: 1/1/2014 12:21:00 PM
    What a mean dad, that's a very emotional expressed poem, Thanks for sharing it.God bless you. Hugs!Erich Happy New Year!

  1. Date: 1/1/2014 12:12:00 PM
    I love the image you carved here, and the photo you chose to go along with it, mesmerizes the reader, for a minute I thought it was part of your life story, glad it wasn't, basements are eerie places as children, many things took place in basements thanks for the interesting read xxx

  1. Date: 1/1/2014 10:23:00 AM
    Very touching...beautiful rendering

  1. Date: 1/1/2014 9:49:00 AM
    Horrific !!! Not the poem but the content. well expressed. No child or person should have this happen to them.

  1. Date: 1/1/2014 9:14:00 AM
    this poem hits a nerve with me as a child of a very abusive parent

    Guzzi Avatar Debbie Guzzi
    Date: 1/1/2014 9:26:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    the name calling is what scared me ... still here the accusation replay & replay