Richard Lamoureux Poet Free verse

Hourglass, Spindle and Lifeless Doll

A string wrapped around a spindle
Unwinding as an hourglass marks time
Sand trickles  to the chamber below
Marking the moments of my life 
Questioning “have you truly lived”
The sound of silence drives me mad
The hourglass drags me back in time
I relive the nightmare of my dread 
Memories that should never be
The torture chamber of his design
Unraveled bits intertwined
Screams strangled by the darkness
Night terrors
Rocking to my internal beat
Feeling an ache too deep to express
Betrayal
Confusion
I cannot protect her from him
She seems so small
Holding that lifeless doll
Rocking there on this floor
We share that same internal beat
Together we cry
Together we rock
As the clock strikes midnight 
Silence breaks
I am dragged forward
The hourglass sits motionless on his desk
at the bottom a pile of white sand
If only time could truly stop
After winding the string back onto the spindle
I start rocking again
Alone here in the dark
Thinking of her lifeless doll.

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Poet Destroyer A March 16, 2013 at 12:38 PM RICHARD, this is a nice winning poem. CONGRATULATIONS!!! ;-) always~ PD

Tim Ryerson March 16, 2013 at 3:04 AM Sad, stunning and mesmerizing work here, Richard...Each line a gem...Congratulations - Tim

Yanny Widjanarko March 15, 2013 at 7:36 PM Congrats on your big win Rick :D wishing you a great day :D hug, Yanny

Jeremy Martin March 15, 2013 at 4:47 PM Richard, I enjoyed the suspenseful pacing in your piece a lot. Congratulations! -Jeremy

Debra Squyres March 15, 2013 at 1:59 PM The drama in the story poem built up so well, then the crash, then the burn...sad tale but well done. Congratulations on making the winners list in the contest.

Connie Gildersleeve March 15, 2013 at 6:56 AM Richard well done. Congrats on your win. Warm Smiles, Connie

Heather Ober February 19, 2013 at 7:56 AM Wonderful job! I got shivers reading this one. (And yes, I'm a fellow Canadian! Thanks for your kind comment :) Whereabouts in Canada are you?) Heather Ober February 21, 2013 at 7:03 AM I have never been to BC! It's on my list though. I'm hoping to sucker one of my friends into joining me on a road trip across Canada sometime soon. Maybe come back through the states on the way back. Richard Lamoureux February 19, 2013 at 8:04 AM Originally Kirkland Lake in Northern Ontario. I now live in Kelowna British Columbia.

Scott Howard Myers The Gypsy King February 19, 2013 at 4:12 AM Cool Richard Lamoureux February 19, 2013 at 7:02 AM Thanks Gypsy.

Yanny Widjanarko February 18, 2013 at 11:24 PM This one looks really deep than the first one, but the first one makes me feel creepier, maybe because of the first impression of it :), another treasure from you Rick, looking at your work made me imagine an amazing mystery of this story :), wishing you a great day there :). Hug, yanny Richard Lamoureux February 19, 2013 at 7:01 AM Thanks Yanny, it is good that my poem caused an emotional reaction.

Eileen Manassian February 18, 2013 at 8:26 PM Richard, of course I read every single poem you post.....this one gave me a feeling of anguish and desperation...but...the inner meaning is somehow lost to me! I read two versions hoping for the light to shine, but...I'm still left wondering. The wording is awesome, but I want the inner meaning... Richard Lamoureux February 18, 2013 at 9:55 PM Soupmail

Carrie Richards February 18, 2013 at 6:55 PM Another wow...........I think I am getting a better picture of this story...and is more haunting than ever! Wonderful writing! Richard Lamoureux February 18, 2013 at 10:12 PM Thanks Carrie

Donna Jones February 18, 2013 at 6:23 PM Yeah who is him????? Great....I think......haha Richard Lamoureux February 18, 2013 at 10:13 PM In this poem it's the evil step father.

Francine Roberts February 18, 2013 at 5:16 PM ooh, hair on the back of my neck is standing up. creepy. This is very good. p.s. where in canada are you fellow Canuck Richard Lamoureux February 19, 2013 at 7:00 AM I love the west, you couldn't pay me enough to move away from BC. Francine Roberts February 18, 2013 at 5:30 PM oh, I'm as west as it gets, Vancouver Island - Nanaimo Richard Lamoureux February 18, 2013 at 5:24 PM originally Kirkland Lake now living in Kelowna British Columbia. I spent a number of years in Kitchener Ontario. Where are you from??

Russell Sivey February 18, 2013 at 5:08 PM This is a truly eerie write my friend! I loved reading this amazing poem, no matter how creepy it may be! What a fabulous piece, Great Work!! Richard Lamoureux February 18, 2013 at 5:12 PM thanks Russell, did you read the original one I wrote in prose??

Poet Destroyer A February 18, 2013 at 5:03 PM Hello Richard, this is my kind of free falling poem.. i like the together line, they mock a tick in my mind.. over and over again... kind of creepy... but excellent ~PD Richard Lamoureux February 18, 2013 at 5:07 PM thanks Linda, I am glad you liked it.

Charlotte Puddifoot February 18, 2013 at 9:20 AM sad but eerie too, a very effective poem and a good piece for the contest Richard Lamoureux February 18, 2013 at 3:01 PM Thanks!