Cherl Dunn Poet Free verse

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The Broken Doll

Walls of silence hold,
 Me prisoner,
The child held within,
 Cries out for release.
Relative solitude comforts, 
Not the tortured soul,
Inward coiling withdrawing,
 Deep inside. 
Shedding its outer skins,
 Protective
Layer thus preserving its,
 Inner being.
Innocents shroud lies in ruins.
Gentle spirit, cast aside wings,
 Damaged appendages.
The fallen angel kneels in,
 Shame,
Shadows before mankind.
Unanswered prays rest upon,
 Deaf ears.
Muted sobs, echo on stilled,
 Winds breath.
Hardening to stone, the
 Chilled heart
 Reflects frozen repose.
Forgotten amongst mine own,
 Kindred,
Childhood symbolizes a betrayed,
 Victim’s refuge.
Small fragile hands reach out,
 Into nothingness,
Hollow space grasping into,
 Oblivion.
Chained shackles twist,
 Imaginations warped view,
Somber tones cloud troubled,
 Thoughts.
Amidst life's trials, I'm aimlessly,
 Adrift,
Without any form of stability.
I, alone remain shambles,
 Wreckage.
Displaced and damaged,
Beyond repair.
A broken doll thrown away,
By those who should have, 
Cared for her the most.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

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Valerie Staton February 20, 2016 at 8:24 AM Loved this poem. Such imagery!

Skat A May 26, 2015 at 6:01 PM Cheryl, Stopping by to enjoy this Favorite poem of mine. .... Always ~SKAT~

Alexis Y. May 19, 2015 at 6:48 PM Cheryl, I can relate to this piece a lot, You so brillantly spoke for the voiceless. Whose voice was silenced by fear.This one got to me. I connected with it instantly. Well done my new soup friend. 7+ -Alexis

Debbie Duncan April 25, 2015 at 3:34 AM Nicely done Cheryl ;)

Angelo Faunillo February 23, 2015 at 12:43 AM An excellent masterpiece. Rich in figurative language and I was really dreaming while reading your poem.

Ovidiu Bocsa January 31, 2015 at 11:22 AM Touching and wonderful poem that warmed the hearts of frozen audience.Here the winter is in its right with strange purple clouds,strong wind and maybe it will snow or rain like in a symbolist poetry.

Marian Baker January 20, 2015 at 11:37 PM Great subject equating yourself as the broken doll thrown away. I threw away a doll one time. I made it myself for my 4 daughters. They are Polynesian and the doll was white. I had no confidence in my creation or me. I was your hollow space grasping oblivion. Lovely reminder actually.

Dave Timperley January 20, 2015 at 2:54 PM I love the way you composed this work. A cry in the wilderness of loneliness. It is very touching indeed. God Bless. D.

Ganapathiraman Raman January 20, 2015 at 11:53 AM Cheryl Even though I have taken to poetry only recently and am quite a novice, could not but be amazed by the poem that you have woven. Great use of words that brought the poignant moment of a child very clearly. At first glance, thought this poem was a maze; As I went through it, struck by the awesome gaze; Of words of a child in the most plaintive cry ever; The poem "The Broken Doll" will I forget never; Have a great new year. Ganapathiraman

Bl Devnath January 19, 2015 at 9:08 AM What i do comment for it, i don't know but simply i say it's a great hidden philosophy of life where life itself rests. What we do even innocently that's also come back to us. if something good is broken knowingly or unknowingly, feed back is there. Nicely done, my lovely friend,...7 i feel.....,bl

Ralph Sergi January 19, 2015 at 6:50 AM Sorry, Cheryl, meant "heartfelt".

Ralph Sergi January 19, 2015 at 6:48 AM This he artful poem will be added to my River of Doubt. Beautiful poem

Cynthia Ferguson January 19, 2015 at 5:11 AM I feel your abandonment

Aejaz Zafar January 19, 2015 at 4:28 AM Great Cherl! Lovely poem! Love, Aejaz

Connie Marcum Wong January 18, 2015 at 11:40 PM Once damaged from abuse you don't return to innocence, you just learn to cope and to become more protective. Time heals but does not erase. Your title says it all. A truly insightful, and moving piece! Welcome to your new membership Cheryl. Blessings, Connie

Poesy Relish January 18, 2015 at 10:15 PM A childhood gone wrong or maybe the complex adodlescent thought... either way a strong poem...'inward coiling withdrawing deep inside'... so true for most for however much one grows the child in them exists somewhere within crying out for release... wonderful pen with good vocab... fav #7.... hugs,nad!

Lisa Fazio January 18, 2015 at 8:26 PM Enjoyed and saw the imagery in this. Well written, thank you for sharing:).

Marilyn Williams January 18, 2015 at 7:46 PM Liked your poem, perhaps it was thrown away out of necessity. Not because no one cared.

Earl Schumacker January 18, 2015 at 6:43 PM Hi Cheryl Anna, I am impressed. I do not impress easily. I am touched by your imagination. I gave it a 7. Well done. Nice dramatic piece. Take care. Earl

Robert Johnson January 18, 2015 at 5:46 PM A mirror of lies will be askew. A doll may cry from tear filled views. But time drys tears and views do change. The heart can heal, life is strange. Wonderful poem Cheryl. Peace. :)

Ed Belcher January 18, 2015 at 5:10 PM A very heartfelt and poignant poem. I think many people can relate to the theme. A new fav of mine.

Deborah Gomez January 18, 2015 at 5:08 PM Powerfully described childhood. My was exactly like that too! Well written my sister poet!

Matthew Webb January 18, 2015 at 3:41 PM I know exactly what you mean. I felt like I could really connect with this poem a lot n I'm sure others may feel the same cause it's deep, surreal, metaphorical and the emotions real. Loved it :3

William J. Jr. Atfield January 18, 2015 at 3:14 PM How unfortunate my Dear, if this poem is a mirrored image of your story, a story I have read from within the psyche of many of the women I have had the pleasure and pain to have known intimately and not so . Great write and I will try to read more of your art . B. J. "A" 2

Debbie Guzzi September 23, 2014 at 7:46 PM Came back to read this again, & fav thank you. Light & Love

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