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Little Girl, Lost

In Poetry on November 11, 2012 at 7:42 am

You fall through hidden burrows,

Through the center of the


Chasing White Light down

Dark Hallways.

You are bigger than your foes but

You are wide-eyed and

Young, and

Their Red Lies bleed quick through your

Porcelain Skin.

You live a fantasy life,

Holding fast to false friends and

Make-believe dreams


When you come out the other side

You will see things differently,

The world backwards, and

Upside down and


Trapped behind the glass, a

Frozen mirror.


Your mouth moves but

Nothing comes out.


J. Bodwell, USA


In Poetry on November 10, 2012 at 7:14 am

If your beak could only be


If your wings could only

carry you

Farther than the sea reaches,

You would be so Bright-White.

You would not scamper between

Scraps, you would not

scurry from


You would fly back to your young.

You are noisy.


J. Bodwell, USA