12.20.2015

Be Forgot

Moment
not to be forgot
in fact whole worlds
are built
upon its import

Small girl
sits alone
in a church vestibule
while adult women chat
adjacent

Oh just
leave her there
she’s pouting
Leave her alone
she needs to learn

Small girl
alone in a vestibule
to be forgot
as women’s laughter
fades

For Karin’s prompt to the Real Toads: TAKE TWO AND SING
(Using the words “be forgot” from Auld Lang Syne)
Posted by Marian at 1:41 PM
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12 comments:

  1. brudbergDecember 20, 2015 at 2:57 PM

    The lone girl learning by being left... I wonder why she has to learn that people are mean... so sad.

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  2. FireblossomDecember 20, 2015 at 5:00 PM

    This makes me remember some dim memory that stays just beyond my grasp...

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  3. JimDecember 20, 2015 at 6:09 PM

    I doubt she will learn the intended lesson. I feel sorry for her. This is as bad as the wearing of the dunce hat or sitting in the corner for a bit. Writing a hundred times? At least we got to move around doing that.
    ..

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  4. Mama ZenDecember 20, 2015 at 7:21 PM

    What Fireblossom said. Not a good memory, either.

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  5. OutlawyerDecember 20, 2015 at 10:57 PM

    This has such a memorable feel--moments that are laden, that feel symbolic, that carry weight-- well done. Thanks, Marian, for playing along with the prompt. K.

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  6. Susie ClevengerDecember 21, 2015 at 12:43 AM

    Oh, poor thing...How sad to leave someone alone while the echo of laughter burns into sorrow.

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  7. Brother OllieDecember 21, 2015 at 8:08 AM

    I feel like I've been on both sides of this one. Authentic work indeed.

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  8. hedgewitchDecember 21, 2015 at 8:53 AM

    Children feel so much more strongly than we want to admit--how is it that we forget that?--I think we've all had a moment like this in our lives.

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  9. Kerry O'ConnorDecember 21, 2015 at 12:20 PM

    Aww.. this is a rather sad portrait - the emotional girl, the careless women.. is this, after all, the way childhood ends?

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  10. Buddah MoskowitzDecember 22, 2015 at 7:40 PM

    This feels so real, I only hope it is not autobiographical. Thanks for all the great poetry, may your holidays be beautiful - sending Xmas love and light, Moskowitz the Humble

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  11. MarianDecember 24, 2015 at 8:44 AM

    And thank you for yours! So much inspiration all around us.

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  12. grapelingDecember 25, 2015 at 3:05 AM

    a bit eerie... ~

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