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Son Hit In School Corridoor.
larrylark

It was dark at the heart of a dim corridor
 1
when you struck me down. Actually it was my son you hit,
 2
but like father like son, I felt the blow as it slowed me to a stop,
 3
taking the sail from my solar plexus, throttling my oesophagus.
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You hit my boy so hard that I fell like a tree, logs sawn off,
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branches tossed to the breeze. Yet your blow confirmed love
 6
that has swelled into such fruit, deeper than raging seas or an ocean,
 7
as I came alive in his life and raising up embraced both myself and him;
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my ingenuously grinning lovely boy who self regarding, gazed upon
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his swollen lip and purpling eye, and lamented
 10
how it made him seem unhip.
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7 Apr 07

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Awesome, I'm not very good at poetry, but I've been going through alot of theese poems and I really like this one. It stands out as not overdramatic, and has a real emotion to it. People, its best to write about things you actually feel strongly about, things just turn out better that way. This is a good example of one. Good message, alittle unclear, like I had to read through it twice, but overall, impressive.
 — Spencer51320

nice work. another great poem, man. you've done it well.
 — listen

i really like the end of line two and the beginning of line three. that is my favorite part in here.
 — listen

Hi Spencer

There are many people in the world who are inarticulate and carrying a lot of anger. My son was in the wrong place at the wrong time .

Larry
 — larrylark

Dear Listen,

Sometimes boys will be boys and it isn't very pleasant.
 — larrylark

You're a gooey centre inside a chocolate, I've decided. I like the first two lines best, and line five too.
 — wendz

Cheers Wendz

Larry just call me sentimental Lark
 — larrylark

My word larry, you're on a roll tonight. This is so different from the other one I commented on just now but I like it as well. It has strong emotion on it that is conveyed well through the images you paint with your words.
 — angrychick

Hi Starr

I do so like rolling as it induces in me that faintly dizzy state that momentarily frees me from these earthly chains

Thanks for the comments

Larry just rolling along Lark
 — larrylark

?? angrychick not starr!
 — angrychick

Dear angrychick


I'm so terribly sorry for my mistake which is understandable up to a point, as I always see you as a star.

Larry can't smooth talk his way out of this one even with a thousand apologies Lark


PS I sincerely hope you can forgive my inexcusable error
 — larrylark

ha ha flattery will get you everywhere larry silver tongued lark.
 — angrychick

this really struck a chord in me; i'm not a mother, but i have six younger siblings and one of them is mercilessly teased. you described the emotions of watching him come home bruised and crestfallen beautifully.

and your son's reaction was adorable.
 — wemsntdspair

corridor
 — unknown

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