Discarded

On humanities beach, was an footling grain of sand

a child undesired and unplanned

discarded and forgotten unable to understand

A little barefoot girl, smudged with red dirt,

chestnut eyes wide and alert,

her cheeks showing dried tracks of fear, and hurt

her dark brown hair tangled from the wind

her little blouse, from wear, torn and pined

in her head she wondered how she'd sinned

Frightened, she stood a solitary specter,

hiding behind her only protector,

one of many rocks strewn over this sector

As the sun melted behind the forest, green and hilled,

the tide of night began to build

Shadows lengthened, darkened and chilled.

Clasping her tiny arms about her chest and hugging tight

as a blizzard of stars from the west grew from the first pinpoint of light,

she shivered, then quivered, fading into the blackness, out of sight.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful tale written my friend. You create child, you create situation and you create question. I like the poetry that make the mind think and ponder. This poem did. Thank you Soren for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Soren]

I very much appreciate your humbling comments Coyote. Innocence is a hard thing to loose. Thank you for the read friend.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree Soren. And you are welcome.

[ariii]

wow so touching and so heartwrenching

[Soren]

Thanks for the comment it means a great deal