Dreams In A Field

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #454

Words:  guns, throb, still, songs, mob, spring, children, mean, seal, listen, fields, dream

Their fate is sealed–
the poverty-stricken,
mean, street children
whose hearts still
throb with yearning
to listen to songs,
and dream in a field
of spring flowers. Guns,
gangs and the Mob have
infiltrated their world
with promises of easy money.
Their fate is sealed.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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6 Responses to Dreams In A Field

  1. Yes, unless they unleash, re-inspect expectations.

    Wonderful poem about someone being backed into a corner. That can Crete it’s son pressure… to power up… and… unleash.

    Excellent poem about potentially excellent people!


  2. “That can create its own pressure”

    Autocorrect often writes thing I didn’t Nintendo.


  3. oldegg says:

    So many children drift into petty crime this way as they see no hope for the future. The days of opportunity for all have long gone that is if it ever existed. Sadly greed by the haves is no help to have nots.


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