Her little Children cry
Mother's frozen in time,
the light drifts in through a
window of remembered love,
long forgotten blossom
carries her back through
whispered open time...
blood coursing her veins
remembering black leather,
slick...neat and sleek and
sold on that darn crazy beat,
he took her to music heaven
right across the dance floor,
they moved on a rhythm
that stood the test of time,
now the sunlight flickers
reflects her back again...
broken babies lie around,
then she hits the floor...
so scarred and broken
one shot but no sound.

Comments
Yutka | November 26, 2011 - 08:19
you convey a picture with turbulent emotions, also of an immense sadness....more and more things are braking down around us. Do you realize, Jennifer, we all have to start changing the world, find deeper meanings in life, be kinder to our fellow human beings...Your poem has a message!
lavadis | November 26, 2011 - 08:30
I very much liked:-
now the sunlight flickers
reflects her back again...
broken babies lie around,
then she hits the floor...
so scarred and broken
one shot but no sound.
seashore | November 26, 2011 - 08:40
Wow, Jenny - whatever happened to that writing block you mentioned?? This is great. It appeals to my dark side (especially prevalent in November).
Coral xx
skinner_jennifer | November 26, 2011 - 09:24
I totally agree with you in what you said Yutka.
There is a message, but each reader will probably
read a different meaning, so I will leave it as a
mystery as to however you wish to percieve it.
Thankyou for reading and leaving a comment.
Jenny.
skinner_jennifer | November 26, 2011 - 09:26
Thankyou for reading this poem lavadis, it was much
appreciated and I was intrigued by those lines too.
Thankyou again.
Jenny.
skinner_jennifer | November 26, 2011 - 09:30
Hi there coral,
it's amazing how beginning to write again, inspired
me to write this poem, it seems like the more we
write, the more inspiration seems to come.
I'm glad that you could get something from this
poem and thankyou so much for reading.
Jenny.xx
insertponceyfre... | November 26, 2011 - 15:56
Jenny, this has some really fantastic lines in it, well done!
skinner_jennifer | November 26, 2011 - 17:28
Thanks for your positive feedback insert, it's
always appreciated.
Jenny.
fatboy74 | November 26, 2011 - 19:56
Agree with Insert Jenny. Have a great weekend. :-)
scratch | November 26, 2011 - 21:20
I can't write sruff like this. Good stuff like this. I thought it was going to be not good when I started reading but I was wrong.
skinner_jennifer | November 27, 2011 - 12:01
Wow! FB thankyou so much for reading and leaving a
comment and you have a great weekend too.
Jenny.
skinner_jennifer | November 27, 2011 - 12:04
Hi there scratch, I don't agree you can't write good
stuff, I think your writing is brilliant and I'm
very pleased you liked this poem and for letting me
know.
Thankyou again and enjoy the rest of your weekend.
Jenny.
skinner_jennifer | November 27, 2011 - 12:08
Hi Richard,
what an amazing comment, Provocative and mysterious,
I really like that.
I'm pleased you enjoyed reading this and hope you
are well.
Take care.
Jenny.
skinner_jennifer | November 27, 2011 - 12:23
Hi there cherry pickers,
what a great surprise to turn on to ABC Tales and
find the cherries, thankyou so much, made my day.
Jenny.
Highhat | November 27, 2011 - 14:40
Yes very sad Jenn- so well written and you certainly gave me a message as well- there seems to be violence and drama and that we must avoid if we can by being good people and kind to each other if that should work- we only have hope to hang on to.
;)Pia
skinner_jennifer | November 27, 2011 - 15:28
Thankyou for your comment Pia. People should be kind
to each other this I definitely agree on.
Thankyou again.
Jenny.
ScoZen | November 27, 2011 - 21:03
Thoughtful little tale you weave here JS
I liked this line
"...the light drifts in through a
window of remembered love..."
skinner_jennifer | November 28, 2011 - 10:20
Thanks ScoZen,
it's really kind of you to read and thankyou so much
for letting me know your thoughts, always appreciated.
Jenny.
Blessing | November 28, 2011 - 12:22
"so scarred and broken, one shot but no sound." I have a strong sense of that Jennifer - like a thrust or pulse. Well done.
skinner_jennifer | November 28, 2011 - 13:21
Hello Blessing,
it was so kind of you to read this piece. I wanted
the reader to catch their own thoughts as to the
meaning behind this poem. Thankyou for sharing your
feelings and letting me know.
Jenny.
Prettyrose | November 28, 2011 - 13:40
Hi Jenny :) Hope your well :) and as far has I was concerned you never had 'writers block' all your well is brilliant.
I must admitt I love this pieace too,( however I did not get it till after 3 reads,but thats me not you, as I am just getting over a bad flare up.(health)
I first thought it was a girl remembering her late mother at christmas,but if I understand it correctly, at the end, its not quite that?) but as you say its nice if readers interp it their way, still great.
keep smiling
keep writing :))
trish xxx
skinner_jennifer | November 28, 2011 - 15:59
Hi Trish,
I'm so sorry to hear your health isn't good, I think
that it's horrible when you feel unwell, kind of
brings you down, but I really do hope your health
improves soon.
As you said about the poem at the end, it's not really about any one thing, I just wanted the reader to get what they could out of it.
Thankyou so much for leaving that kind message and
for reading.
Wishes of Good Health to you.
Jenny. xxx
sue dinum | November 28, 2011 - 19:30
Jenny, I thought this was amazing. I loved the story you told here, and boy was I woken up by the sinister turn it took. You lulled me then hit me between the eyes. Nice one, jenskins. There are two or three really good stanzas in your piece, but I particularly liked your parting shot, if you’ll excuse the pun...
now the sunlight flickers
reflects her back again...
broken babies lie around,
then she hits the floor...
so scarred and broken
one shot but no sound
FAB-U-LOUS, as Craig Revel Horwood might say and many congrats on the cherries too!
Trev
skinner_jennifer | November 28, 2011 - 20:09
Hi Trev,
thanks for reading this poem and glad you enjoyed it.
Thankyou also for letting me know.
Jenny.
MistakenMagic | November 29, 2011 - 17:00
"blood coursing her veins
remembering black leather,
slick...neat and sleek and
sold on that darn crazy beat,"
- I love these lines, Jenny, they role off the tongue and just sound brilliant. Quite a twist at the end there! Much enjoyed and well-deserving of cherries :)
Magic xxx
skinner_jennifer | November 30, 2011 - 18:28
Thankyou Magic,
your comment really cheered me up and I do
appreciate you letting me know.
Jenny.xxx
RachelPatricia | December 13, 2011 - 10:36
Beautiful, Jenny - the stanza Magic picked out was my favourite too, but the whole poem is amazing. Final stanza really blew me away and that final line hit harder than a bullet - many congrats on the cherries this was a pleasure to read. Oh I do love Jenny-poetry :)
Rachel xx
skinner_jennifer | December 13, 2011 - 12:21
Dear Rachel,
your comment as always, blew me away! I think those
lines you mentioned are my favourite too.
I'm so pleased you enjoyed reading this poem and
thankyou so much for letting me know.
Hope you're having a good Tuesday.
Jenny. xx
slirpie125 | December 14, 2011 - 02:28
Wow I really like this poem, great job! I can't wait to read more of your amazing poems and stories! Just to let you know, you're one of my favorite posters. Nice one!
Savannah
skinner_jennifer | December 14, 2011 - 09:37
Dear Savannah,
what can I say? I'm really honoured to get such a
wonderful comment.
You have given me such a happy feeling, to know you
enjoy what I write.
Thankyou so much and I hope you are having a great
week and thankyou for reading and commenting.
Jenny.
shyrewode | December 15, 2011 - 18:43
Some great imagery in this. Very mysterious and fascinating.
skinner_jennifer | December 16, 2011 - 09:20
Thankyou so much for reading shyrewode and also for
letting me know you found it mysterious and fascinating, I really like that, it was kind of what
I was trying to put over.
Again thankyou.
Jenny.