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Sandbox Is Rusty

Sandbox is rusty The swing is covered with mold They are so lonely Without their bluebird Playing and squealing on hold Disappeared no word Little chair’s broken Vines withered away and brown Hope you’ll be back ‘round Drum beats no longer Tambourine’s quieter than quiet Frozen berries thawed Mimi’s arms aching For her Wrenna girl to hold just don’t understand

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Wilma Neels

Date: 8/27/2010 5:02:00 AM

A very sad emotional write Kristi.. enjoy your day with a :) Wilma

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 8/23/2010 7:36:00 AM

A very sad statement in your awesome poem, Kristi. Loneliness is painful and leaves us with feelings of confusion that can be dangerous. Well stated through the imagery of the rusty sandbox and moldy swing. Great work! Best wishes, Carolyn

Dr.Ram Mehta

Date: 8/23/2010 5:43:00 AM

Isolation or loneliness exists in isolation. Once it is shared, it evaporates

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 8/23/2010 5:30:00 AM

Kristi, all 5 of your Haiku are deep with the feeling of lonely~ness. Sadden thoughts of no cheer are just left in my mind. Enjoyed,..p.d.

Doris Culverhouse

Date: 8/23/2010 4:20:00 AM

sounds so sad...is this fiction?