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Rural Princes and Princesses
by Rachel Bennettthey ain't no streetlights out here -
seems like balding trees and spindly men
were supposed to be enough.
they're not, and meanwhile we wait, arms raised,
ready to be stitched into this flannel patchwork mistake,
one compromised dream at a time. 01/01/2010 Author's Note: Rural Indiana is the worst.
Also, this is my first Poemuary entry!
Posted on 01/01/2010
Copyright © 2024 Rachel Bennett
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michael Smith on 01/04/10 at 05:55 AM Wow, this is awesome! Very edgy and insightful. Great work. Thanks for sharing!
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| Posted by Therese Elaine on 01/04/10 at 09:09 PM This is really stark and raw...I thoroughly enjoyed it -you put so much into so few lines and that's a real gift!!! |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 01/04/10 at 11:50 PM I agree, that looking out the window and seeing nothing but naked branches is the worst. In your case, it made for divine inspiration. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 01/05/10 at 01:24 AM ...doll, you are one princess for sure...what a walk this set of words has...a jaunty bygawdness to it, your pen must be tired from carrying all that heaviness in such succinct wordage. a lovely gift indeed. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/05/10 at 02:38 AM I love the arms raised, waiting, and the patchwork mistake. Thank you! |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 01/05/10 at 01:58 PM thank you ::: this is like entering a dream |
| Posted by Richard Vince on 08/27/11 at 04:20 PM mm. powerful stuff. a reminder to me of how glad i am to live in a city. :) a very deserving POTD. :) |
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