Esther Leclerc

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Never Once - Poem by Esther Leclerc

Silence or screams,
no in-between...
a hard place to grow,
with nothing to know
but rippling confusion

and the occasional contusion -
mostly around the heart.
There wasn't a part
of the girl's little life
that wasn't derived

from a woman and a man
who could not command
a bit of love or respect
from each other. They left
their offspring to find

a pilfered mine
of lazy regret - misshapen
truths, she sharply inhaled them.
Girls grow into women
with hopes well-limned

despite sorry upbringings,
never once feeling
a hand print of love.
One day a man stood above
her and said that he would

touch her in love but he could
not for he was diminished too
by his own demons, not a few...
So, her life leans with the wind
with yet a form of hope, much thinned.


(3.26.06 - - For you, Little Spirit...)


Comments about Never Once by Esther Leclerc

  • (10/28/2006 12:09:00 PM)


    Beautifully written; this happens so often, but always so sad. (Report) Reply

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  • (8/16/2006 1:13:00 PM)


    Against all odds, love and hope shine just as it does in this lovely poem.

    (=: CHEERS: =) Robert
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  • (8/1/2006 7:01:00 AM)


    Utterly heart-rendering. You do tragedy superbly. And leave us wondering, indeed, of the well-being of 'Little Spirit', now? t x (Report) Reply

  • (7/30/2006 11:07:00 PM)


    Oh Esther, Why haven't I discovered this one before? This is so sad. Written with sensitivity rather than sentimentality, it is all the more poignant for it. Poor little soul. The awful cyclical nature of neglect... One wonders what became of her? Thanks for sharing. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx (Report) Reply

  • (4/5/2006 3:28:00 PM)


    I very much felt your powerful poem. Too often, it seems to me, it's not the world we
    have to fight. Instead we must find ourselves and free ourselves from the emotional
    chains of the past. A well-written, well-crafted poem.
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  • (4/1/2006 5:12:00 PM)


    Esther:
    This absolutely says it all (and well, I might add)
    'Girls grow into women
    with hopes well-limned

    despite sorry upbringings...'

    A powerfully understated write.

    Thanks.
    sandra
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  • (4/1/2006 4:36:00 PM)


    This makes me want to hold you in my arms and tell the little girl inside that she is our little princess.Such sadness could break many hearts.Love Duncan (Report) Reply

  • (3/29/2006 11:19:00 AM)


    All my leftover, love-starved chords are beating with intense empathy. Gina. (Report) Reply

  • (3/28/2006 3:10:00 PM)


    I think it your best, with a sophistication of thought, imagery, internal rhyme. This is fine work. And the sorrow is palpable.

    From one who has wanted to but has found his demons and his memories getting in the way of his heart-and spirit.
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  • (3/28/2006 1:50:00 PM)


    A tragic tale and very different poem for you. -chuck (Report) Reply

  • (3/27/2006 7:16:00 PM)


    However Little Sprit is, this is a rare gift, treasure it. (Report) Reply

  • (3/27/2006 8:12:00 AM)


    Esther, this is amazing. You really are a master of so many styles.
    Hugs
    Anna xxx
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  • (3/26/2006 7:31:00 PM)


    Esther- What an exquisite poem,
    poignant emotion well crafted into such eloquent sorrow,
    yes....so very, very sad......

    Sandra
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  • (3/26/2006 7:12:00 PM)


    This is beautiful Esther! Too many children grown up like this little girl...I pray for them. Sincerely, Mary (Report) Reply

  • (3/26/2006 6:59:00 PM)


    How true...forces beyond our control create our sadness...well written, Queen Esther. (Report) Reply

  • Brian Dorn (3/26/2006 6:46:00 PM)


    Wow, Esther... this is really good! !
    Brian
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 26, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, July 31, 2006


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