Donald J Bennett Poet Free verse

Lucinda

Her name is Lucinda, a mere child, just turned fourteen
This hapless woman child, born of the blood of many lands
Conceived of youthful passion, in a moment of youthful lust  
She arrived unplanned, unwanted and unloved, as no child ever should
Like you and I she has her hopes, her dreams, her needs and her plans
Here before us stands, this lovely child on the cusp of a blossoming womanhood
Abandoned by those who should care but who are oblivious to
Her wants, her needs, her dreams
Cast to the hands of fate to drift alone upon these savage streets, alone to face the night
You know they found her early Sunday morning, at early morning light
Lying silently in the crimson blood, the blood that once had held her precious life
Her name was Lucinda, a mere child, a lovely child, just turned fourteen
Cry a tear for her, SCREAM.

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Jan Terry October 6, 2015 at 10:40 AM Hi Donald. I went back to your poems to find 'Lucinda'. As I said in another post, it is my middle name, my pen name and also a family name (oldest daughter for 5 generations on my mother's side). My Irish grandmother was Mabel Lucinda Barrett. To get back to your poem, it is a tragic story but all too true. I just love your poetry. Makes me wish for a more caring world. Now, I must read your other poems lest I miss your other gems. Hugs and keep writing, my friend. : ) Janece (Lucinda). Donald J Bennett October 6, 2015 at 9:54 PM The words in this write magically floated into my mind from who knows where but formed the premise for this poem. I call that pure magic, a real gift. When I wrote this I had never heard the name "Lucinda" before but it is such a lovely name and it fit well. I really appreciate your comments and you relating how the name fit into your heritage. Very interesting. Thank you for sharing.

Anne P. Murray October 17, 2013 at 9:22 AM Donald... I, like many other woman/child can so identify with your endearing, yet sad words, so deftly crafted to call to the hearts of those who read. A tribute to all of the many women young and old who who bear the stains of unkindness and the lack of caring. EXCELLENT Donald J Bennett October 17, 2013 at 11:50 AM Thank you for your very kind words.

Dr. Vandana Sharma October 7, 2013 at 1:59 AM This is really very heart touching and no one should be abandoned like her. Donald J Bennett October 17, 2013 at 11:51 AM Thank you.

Josh Kirkwood September 29, 2012 at 7:38 PM succint words of a tragic demise defy critique, and paled by such words are listless minds that cannot bother to be bothered by the passions from which such passions arise

Khalid Darwish September 4, 2012 at 5:02 PM OMG! This sad poem took the heart away! Your last line 'Cry a tear for her, SCREAM' excited all the sad feelings. Nice work my friend. Donald J Bennett September 4, 2012 at 8:42 PM thank you so much for your comments.

Cynthia Alvez September 3, 2012 at 5:43 PM SCREAM indeed! A beautiful verse! There are so many children who are simply put, "Throw Away Kids"...A sad song I sing for this loss of young life. Thank you for the invitation to read. Cynthia

Laura Breidenthal August 31, 2012 at 11:16 PM WOW! Amazing! Always, Laura Donald J Bennett September 1, 2012 at 10:35 AM Thank you for your comment

Cindy Cayton August 22, 2012 at 8:32 PM I'm afraid I was a humanitarian for 28 years Donald and quite the struggle at that to get to a place of serenity, I stopped maturing at the age of 14, after my father's death whereas I left the farm in Applachia to see the world, and boy, did I, I could relate to the thread, and then I took a second and third glance and realized by the last line and "was" that infact, it was not for me, but all in all I can relate very well to your poetry and I thank you sooo much for sharing, Cindy Lu Cayton Donald J Bennett August 22, 2012 at 8:35 PM Thank you for your kind remarks. Please see my reply to your first comment. Note: I had never hear the name before that I know of but the name and the poem came to me in a dream.

Cindy Cayton August 22, 2012 at 8:19 PM Perhaps it is a common thread that you wrote this endearing poem for another Lucinda. I've been on this site for over 6 1/2 years and have remained the only one bearing that name, so you can see why I could think it may perhaps be from someone unbeknown to me, take care and god bless, and sorry if I misunderstood. I can relate so well to your poetry, you are a very good writer. Lucinda "Cindy" Cayton

Cindy Cayton August 22, 2012 at 5:58 PM here's my other account that I have written under, suggestion: the poem blessed ~ :) Donald J Bennett August 22, 2012 at 8:27 PM This is a poem as a tribute to all of the many, many young women who are taken from us; cast aside and left dead or dieing in the dirt simply to satisfy some predators sexual fantasies. Thank you for your comment.

Cindy Lu August 22, 2012 at 5:46 PM I am that woman child... :) smile, my repence is always the first thing upon my heart, and life goes on, one sin does not outweigh another, they are just not good. And after over a decade of abstinence, of course I felt very much like a woman. I hope I am the Lucinda you speak of, Lucinda "Cindy Lu Cayton :)