SaintEnvious

Such Things That Break

The screaming drove its’ stake within my chest.
My leaping stairs outpace my stricken mind.
What dread is this that grips my home and rest?
What horror come to fall will now be mine?

My little girl awash in sorrows’ pain,
Her plaintive eyes beyond consoling news.
She offers for my grief her stark refrain;
“My doll is gone, it’s broken now in two.”

Such anger breaks to rile across my face,
“I thought that something bad had happened here!”
She bows her head before my callous haste,
And shows to me the fate of all I fear.

“Come here to me my darling baby girl,
This was the best of dolls in all the world.”

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dannyboy

I think this is a great idea. The image is all that is needed. The doll. The girl. The father.

Not so many words

this would be beautiful sparse
with plenty of silence between the words
rather than the rush it seems to be at the moment.

if that makes sense.

danny

ThatSmokingGuy

Nice, make me wish I had a child - seeing the extremes of emotion from terror? to love..must be quite a coaster ride..
Seemed a little wordy at times, but the sentiment behind the words shines thro.

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SaintEnvious

Thank you both for your comments.

I was worried that keeping the classic sonnet form was belabored in execution.

Cheers

S.

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The body is a season,
the mind, a timepiece
and the spirit, a cloud passing.