Seven years Eleven months Eight Days

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    Seven years Eleven months Eight Days

    Motionless on the corridor stairs
    With blank faced he did stare
    Echoed the words in vibrant ways
    Seven years Eleven months Eight Days

    The estimation was exactly that
    Before wedlock finally fell apart
    Was it altogether a frivolous game?
    Indeed both of them bear the blame

    Feeble were they to keep intact
    Venomous were the daily spat
    Little did they realize here
    Affection was wasted dear

    Little did he know the meaning then
    Immature and ignorance feign
    Sun shone in all brightness
    Unawares sneaked the darkness

    Court of the District Judge
    He with an Ice-cream fudge
    Rolling sound of typing fine
    Matrimonial suit number eighty nine

    Visits to the park and zoo
    Museum and aquarium too
    Could this be a circus then?
    Unversed seemed to be the den

    Little did he know the events to unfold,
    In fright caught mom’s hand tightly hold
    Circus indeed of a different kind
    People jest not body but mind




    Mom and dad’s regular affray
    The little mind did they betray
    Caught amidst the whirlwind
    Utterly alone left to fend.

    Mayhem filled the courtroom air
    Bustling voices everywhere
    Awaiting judgement with abated breath
    Verdict hangs over his life and death

    A final effort to reconcile
    Might not totally go futile
    Can’t they both give it a try
    Spruce up all that went awry

    Alas that was not the case to be
    Dispossessed in the end was he
    Pray to god should this never be
    Divide parental love dear to thee

    Effects has taken its usual flow
    With years his wisdom grow
    Time can’t recall those nasty frays
    Seven years Eleven months Eight Days
















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    Indigogreen16 commented on Seven years Eleven months Eight Days

    06-11-2009

    This is excellent, the imagery, tone and delivery...... i really enjoyed this one......keep up the good work............

    sincere commented on Seven years Eleven months Eight Days

    05-26-2009

    i love the flow of this poem. It makes you want to keep on reading it even after it ends. Job well done.

    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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