Janet Budd

Rookie (September 1950 / Oldham, UK)

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From Arthur to Zen


31st December 1919 – 6th March 2005

Don’t know where to find him.
How can I truly care?
He left nothing behind him.

Tokens that would remind him
He’d scattered, who knows where.
Don’t know where to find him.

Where was the link to bind him
To his child? Should I care
He left nothing behind him?

I found a note signed by him.
Familiar yet rare.
Don’t know where to find him.

I wrote to define him
In curls and loops we share.
He left nothing behind him.

Maybe life resigned him
To desire but not to dare.
Don’t know where to find him
He left nothing behind him.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, December 07, 2011

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  • Rookie - 621 Points Jasbir Chatterjee (1/7/2014 11:34:00 PM)

    I like the repetitive pattern of the words Left nothing behind him... Indicates a feeling of both emptiness and indifference at the same time. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,353 Points Kay Staley (1/7/2014 10:40:00 AM)

    The lyrical repetition of the word him in spite of not ryming sounds soothing when read outloud. Vague about the relationship between the author and who the author is writing about. Invokes ideas of wondering about your own past and what you leave behind. The best part is when the author asks themself if they should care that the person left nothing behind them. When other people hide is it our problem to find them? Not a bad poem but lacks identity that the reader would want to link themselves with. (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 7,067 Points * Sunprincess * (1/7/2014 8:26:00 AM)

    ...some great lines in this write..

    ~.Where was the link to bind him
    To his child? Should I care
    He left nothing behind him? ~
    .........this is sad when there is no link to bind someone to their child..
    no photo, no memento, not even a story...it leaves the child wondering
    what their other parent was like...and if only their parent didn't pass
    away when they were still a baby, life could have been so different. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 21 Points Alistair Graham (1/7/2014 2:38:00 AM)

    Timepiece


    Look with your eyes at the clock
    Hear with your ears the tick-tock
    Think of the time
    Not of the rhyme
    Latent potential unlock (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Owain Glyn (1/7/2013 6:13:00 AM)

    This is the first piece of your work that I have had the pleasure of reading, I shall take the time to read more. (Report) Reply

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