Connie Marcum Wong Poet Free verse

Caps

A beige sun cap was found
floating in the lake where
he was last seen swimming.

A cradle cap lies with the sweet
powdery baby scent still
lingering in her empty crib.

A blue baseball ball cap on
wet pavement amidst broken
glass fragments and bent bicycle.

A green girl scout cap clinging
to brush over the side of a cliff
where sun dried grasses grow.

A white graduation cap amidst
the mangled magenta Mazda,
broken beer bottle below the boughs.

A veteran camouflage cap half
burried in the desert sands, sun
bleached, made in the U.S. of A.

7-28-17

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Vladislav Raven January 4, 2019 at 2:48 PM Hi Connie, this is such a strongly sad write. This one does pull at the heartstrings and it does bring forth tears. Your creativity always manages to show in any subject you write of. What strong images your words do evoke in the mind. It did read as a winner Connie. An excellent, emotional journey. have a wonderful weekend. Hugs....Mike. XX

Lynn Marie August 19, 2017 at 2:15 AM Deeply moving, penned with heart as only you can, Connie. The stillness felt after each 'cap' is a testament to your beautiful talent. Your words give tremendous pause with vivid imagery of the 'Life' lived beneath each cap. I have missed you and your writing, xo

Afzal Nusker August 5, 2017 at 1:06 PM The imagery evokes such sadness. A poignant poem, Connie. Connie Marcum Wong August 5, 2017 at 4:32 PM The sponsor of the contest asked us to make her cry. I normally don't write really sad poems. Thank you Afzal. : )

Maria Williams August 3, 2017 at 5:00 AM I often see caps in odd places, and wonder about them. Beautiful in its sadness this poem ,Connie. Congratulations for your fine win....Maria Connie Marcum Wong August 4, 2017 at 2:48 AM Me too. Often I see shoes or one lone shoe. Errie sight. Thank you Maria

Agnes Krampe August 1, 2017 at 5:50 PM Coming back with congrats. Connie Marcum Wong August 1, 2017 at 8:33 PM Thank you very much Agnes. I appreciate your kudos. : )

Olusegun Arowolo August 1, 2017 at 4:46 PM Nice piece, Connie..well written.. Congrats in your win. Connie Marcum Wong August 1, 2017 at 8:34 PM Thank you very much Olusegun. I don't usually write sad poetry. I am pleased it got on the list! : )

Eve Roper August 1, 2017 at 4:27 PM Heartbreaking and nicely done, Connie, congratulations you on your win ~* Connie Marcum Wong August 1, 2017 at 8:34 PM Thank you very much Eve. It is not easy for me to write about sad things. I am glad it made the list. : )

Joanna Daniel August 1, 2017 at 10:09 AM So many stories these small caps can tell, Connie, well written:) Connie Marcum Wong August 1, 2017 at 8:35 PM The one about an infant came from me losing my newborn sister. My mom never got over it. Thank you Jo. : )

Silent One July 31, 2017 at 9:02 AM Well written Connie, nice imagery, as always.. Connie Marcum Wong August 1, 2017 at 8:36 PM Thank you very much Silent. : )

Winged Warrior July 31, 2017 at 4:17 AM Like a message in a bottle...the caps tell a tale...very moving write my friend...god bless...^WW^ Connie Marcum Wong August 1, 2017 at 8:37 PM I appreciate that WW. Thank you very much. : )

Arthur Vaso July 30, 2017 at 11:32 PM The title intrigued me and wow, I loved the prose here, so very well said! Connie Marcum Wong August 1, 2017 at 8:38 PM I don't enjoy writing sad things like this Arthur. Watching the news makes me cry. Thank you....Connie : )

Andrea Dietrich July 30, 2017 at 9:02 PM connie, I hope you can one day find your lost brother. Connie Marcum Wong July 30, 2017 at 9:42 PM Me too..he is seven years my senior so time is paramount. Thank Andrea. Did you get an N/A in the Poet's Ear Contest too? I am not sure you entered that one?

John Fleming July 30, 2017 at 3:39 PM Full of very compelling lines. Two words: Extraordinarily good! Extremely well composed, Connie. All my very best as always. :) john Connie Marcum Wong July 30, 2017 at 8:24 PM So nice to hear from you John. I witnessed a little girl die right be for my eyes. They had been playing in our apt. complex on the stairs and she had a weak heart and they could not revive her. The worst part was watching her hysterical aunt and her mother softly crying, rocking herself. That happened over thirty years ago but it still plays clearly in my mind. I can see why soldiers are never the same after killing or watching death. One of my three lines is true about my newborn sister who died. Thank you for your complimentary words. : )

Probir Gupta July 30, 2017 at 10:15 AM Tragic images superbly penned ... A nice job ... Connie Marcum Wong August 1, 2017 at 8:39 PM Thank you very much Probir. I appreciate your nice comment : )

Eileen Manassian July 30, 2017 at 2:58 AM Incredible write...It's a wonder how you found so many pictures to put together about lives lived and lost...all joined by the cap. Good luck in the contest. Connie Marcum Wong August 1, 2017 at 8:40 PM I could have gone on, but I figured less is more. Thank you Eileen. I don't enjoy writing about death, though it is a part of life. : )

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart July 29, 2017 at 9:49 PM Oh my, a very sad, so very sad, solemn write so relieved to read it's for the contest ;) Connie Marcum Wong August 1, 2017 at 8:41 PM Yes, though the one about an infant came from me losing my newborn sister. Thank you Maureen. : )

Akkina Downing July 29, 2017 at 7:53 PM Aww sad images, Miss Connie, but a great one :)

Agnes Krampe July 29, 2017 at 7:45 PM What an assortment of sad images, all under one cap so to speak- great idea, albeit a bit depressing. Connie Marcum Wong July 29, 2017 at 9:24 PM It was written for the sad contest Agnes. I appreciate your feedback. Thank you : )

Andrea Dietrich July 29, 2017 at 6:53 PM oh my goodness some of them sound like victims of murder! I really liked this one, Connie. whatever inspired you to do one like this? Is it for the sad contest? Connie Marcum Wong July 29, 2017 at 9:04 PM That was intentional Andrea. I hope it is sad enough for her contest...one came from losing my newborn baby sister. Thank you, Connie

Joseph May July 29, 2017 at 6:16 PM Remnants of what used to be, leaving sad memories.. Connie Marcum Wong July 29, 2017 at 9:25 PM It is the living who must suffer loss. Thank you Joseph. : )

Paul Callus July 29, 2017 at 5:53 PM What an impressive and creative theme, Connie! Each cap depicts a sad and touching image...life can be so very fragile, and cruel! ~ Regards // paul Connie Marcum Wong July 29, 2017 at 8:59 PM I wanted this to be like those vignettes that leave a lot to interpretation. Thank you Paul. You understood exactly what I was going for. Cheers, Connie : )

Daniel Turner July 29, 2017 at 5:41 PM My last view was an old shower cap. Objects can talk! If we listen. Very touching write, Mrs Connie. Connie Marcum Wong July 29, 2017 at 8:55 PM Yes, I could have gone on and on, but sometimes less is more. Thank you Daniel. : )

Sunlite Wanter July 29, 2017 at 5:35 PM So sobering! Connie Marcum Wong July 29, 2017 at 5:45 PM Thank you Sunlite. The news is filled with scenarios like this. : )

M. L. Kiser July 29, 2017 at 4:40 PM Beautifully done; I think that just about everyone can identify with this poem. Connie Marcum Wong July 29, 2017 at 5:03 PM I agree. That was my intention. Thank you very much M.L. I still can't get the imagery of your alien poem out of my head it was so impressive. Hugs, Connie: )

Ilene Bauer July 29, 2017 at 4:38 PM a poignant picture you've painted, connie, and very vividly at that. wonderful! Connie Marcum Wong July 29, 2017 at 4:59 PM I appreciate your nice comment Ilene. Thank you very much! : )

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