Every night when I would put my babies to sleep
I would whisper, “you remain you, pure and innocent
don’t let the world tarnish your pristine sheen”
but alas it couldn’t be so!
as they grew up I was the first
to soil their pure soul with a teeny-weeny spot
when I taught them to be wary of strangers
then their teacher crumpled their soul a bit
when she favoured those brighter than them
or when their father reminded them that
they were luckier than others
to have food on their table
gradually as they grew older
someone or the other who was family or friend
tainted their soul bit by bit
and left their mark
branding and distorting their soul
infinitesimally every time
believe me it was all done with good intentions always
for that was our way of teaching values
their well-being the foremost thought
in our collective…
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I’m beyond excited to see my words in print again in one of the esteemed poetry journal printed by the Prolific Press—Poetry Quarterly.
Prolific Press publishes 8 respected literary journals. Each journal publishes different literature, and each has a different flair.
Poetry Quarterly’s mission is to support poets and poetry by maintaining a professional venue for education and publication. They publish beautiful issues in paperback, and e-issues for our subscribers online.
Following is the link to the winter edition.
“Loneliness gets me sometimes.
But I know it won’t last forever.”
This loneliness gets me sometimes. When the night is silent, except for the sounds of the breeze whispering against my window. When not even the moon peeks beyond the clouds in greeting. Those are the nights when my heart behind to search for you. It’s when my mind begins to run wild. When I feel as though nothing is there to hear me. But then I remember this loneliness will not last forever.
© Sarah Doughty
It never does.