Lee Ann Schaffer

Rookie - 0 Points (1962 / Charleston, South Carolina, US)

Lee Ann Schaffer Poems

1. The Way To Effulgence 3/27/2005
2. Zoomin' Froo-Froo Fluff 3/17/2005
3. Ophelia 3/19/2005
4. Ophelia, Part Two 3/19/2005
5. Ophelia, Part Three 3/19/2005
6. The Question Of Light And Dark 4/20/2005
7. Saving Amnesia 3/18/2005
8. The River, Grace 3/20/2005
9. Don'T Make The River Home 3/20/2005
10. Desiduous Dream 3/24/2005
11. Escape 3/24/2005
12. Fiendish Friends 4/20/2005
13. Essential Lullaby 1/1/2006
14. Day's Decline 1/1/2006
15. Light Heart 1/1/2006
16. Sea And Strand 1/1/2006
17. Hit & Run Heartbreaker 1/1/2006
18. The Action Of Calming 8/13/2006
19. Ophelia Flies 3/19/2005
20. Vintage 3/17/2005
21. Tuscan Morn 3/17/2005
22. The Passage 8/21/2005
23. A To Zero 8/22/2005
24. Written In Stone 3/14/2005
25. Potential Waste 3/14/2005
26. Pure Land* 3/16/2005
27. Invocation 3/10/2005
28. Waking 3/14/2005
29. Lost Treasure 3/17/2005
30. Liquid Catalyst 3/17/2005
31. Traffic Trap 3/17/2005
32. Thief 3/17/2005
33. Spilt 11/17/2006
34. Under Kafka's Eyes 8/20/2005
35. Sand Castle Ophelia 3/19/2005
36. The Study Of Tears 3/18/2005
37. Sacrament 3/16/2005
38. Wall Pillow 3/17/2005
39. Black Ink 3/13/2005
40. Hanging Toes 3/13/2005

Comments about Lee Ann Schaffer

  • Robert Hall (3/19/2005 12:49:00 PM)

    Mrs. Schaffer,
    Your poems are great. I need some pointers! Good Job.

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Best Poem of Lee Ann Schaffer

A Teacher's Prayer For The Lost Children

The child who hides behind laughter
The child who reaches out with tears
The child who no one looks after
Who runs away when someone nears

Never got a mamma’s “spit bath”
Never danced on daddy’s toes
No one to ever help with math
No wall marks to show how he grows

Amplified loneliness music
Hollow echoes of lack of sound
Ears strain to hear a doorknob click
Rooms and hearts waiting to be found

The lonely ache of nothingness,
A much deeper hurt than the pain
Of a hard hand’s angry caress -
Storms: they beat clouds that never ...

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Ophelia

I saw a little girl once, standing in the rain.
Her dress was streaked with water,
Her face was streaked with pain.

She made no attempt to move away to find a drier spot,
But stood so still, it touched my heart;
I wondered what she thought.

Her pretty dress began to sag from the water that it held,

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