Jeanne Mcgee Poet Rhyme

Seventeen Is the Lucky Number

Loneliness that throbbed inside deep seams
At ten I felt sad and small, full of wrath
Supine I fall, lamenting childhood dreams
Under my weeping willows’ green aura
My idyllic sheltered cave of empath
With veneration, I’d smile if I could
Through the incidental grief of childhood


7-5-2019

17 is the lucky number contest  "Shelter Me"
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Debjani Mitra July 13, 2019 at 11:21 AM So smoothly you have written.. I found this so difficult rules... Best of luck for a placement Jeanne Mcgee July 13, 2019 at 12:49 PM Thank you Debjani...yes I found this one very hard too. But then this memory of the weeping willow came back to me and it was a bit easier.

Sandra Adams July 9, 2019 at 10:24 AM Nicely penned, i slipped back into childhood with you for a moment! Poignant yet beautiful poem! :) hugs Jeanne Mcgee July 11, 2019 at 11:55 PM Childhood isn't always a fairy tale for sure! lol

Winged Warrior July 8, 2019 at 9:43 AM Heartfelt emotive write my friend...best in line for a win, Jeanne...sending love...^WW^ :o) Jeanne Mcgee July 8, 2019 at 4:08 PM Thanks WW...your words are encouraging for sure. It was amazing how the words that were chosen brought back this memory!

Andrew Fairchild July 8, 2019 at 12:28 AM I love it! What a sweet petite episode, reminds me in content of Fern Hill by Dylan Thomas ... "as I was young and easy under the apple boughs" Jeanne Mcgee July 8, 2019 at 4:12 PM Thank you so much...I always loved to lay under that tree and "lament"!