Karl Stuart Kline

Rookie (2/16/50 / Las Vegas, Nevada - When there was only one saloon in town!)

(3.2) The Tear (My First Poem - 1966!)

Poem by Karl Stuart Kline

There she stood,
oblivious to the world,
of the stones being hurled.
Locked in the stocks
as a common thief,
One small tear, alone,
betrayed her grief
By that tear
the peasant crowd was troubled
And sought to remove it
by stones and oaths redoubled
She had taken
a pittance worth of bread,
A worried mother
seeing that her baby was fed
And now she was
a prisoner in the stocks
A helpless target
held down by chains and locks.
She had lost all
that she had once held dear.
For that, not herself,
She shed that last lonely tear...

Comments about (3.2) The Tear (My First Poem - 1966!) by Karl Stuart Kline

  • G. Akanji OlaniyiG. Akanji Olaniyi (7/21/2015 3:49:00 AM)

    This is a lovely poignant poem. It is evoking some pity! ! ! Good work! ! !(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 11, 2010

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