This is a poem I was inspired to write after reading other good work on the interet.
It is my desire to keep writing each day, and to keep trying to perfect my work.
I have been published on ezines such as Poetic Voices and other sites though I feel my work is still needing better form.
I am an author on Author's Den and have written over 200 poems since 2003.
I look forward to writing more in the future and posting other poems on this site.
Please feel free to comment and visit my site on Authors Den.
Just do a search for Antoinette Kopperfield.
Here is the poem I wrote this morning.
Granddaddy's House It was a day I remember well the past.
The forgotten, the pain.
A time when my grandfather insisted I change my clothes outside.
After a cool splash in the water from the sprinkler of my grandparents home So vivid as though it were yesterday He still lingers in my mind.
The authoritarian who once shattered the emotions of one certain child I look back now in remembrance I can still see the lattice with vines and shadows of the sun cracking though the worn wood painted white.
My innocence taken away, grieved upon now by the shame of dressing outside with the world in plain view I was less than five though I remember it well I told him "granddaddy, I don't want to change here" My tears were left behind by the silence of time
It is my desire to keep writing each day, and to keep trying to perfect my work.
I have been published on ezines such as Poetic Voices and other sites though I feel my work is still needing better form.
I am an author on Author's Den and have written over 200 poems since 2003.
I look forward to writing more in the future and posting other poems on this site.
Please feel free to comment and visit my site on Authors Den.
Just do a search for Antoinette Kopperfield.
Here is the poem I wrote this morning.
Granddaddy's House It was a day I remember well the past.
The forgotten, the pain.
A time when my grandfather insisted I change my clothes outside.
After a cool splash in the water from the sprinkler of my grandparents home So vivid as though it were yesterday He still lingers in my mind.
The authoritarian who once shattered the emotions of one certain child I look back now in remembrance I can still see the lattice with vines and shadows of the sun cracking though the worn wood painted white.
My innocence taken away, grieved upon now by the shame of dressing outside with the world in plain view I was less than five though I remember it well I told him "granddaddy, I don't want to change here" My tears were left behind by the silence of time