Mark Pollins

Rookie - 27 Points (29.11.62 / London, England)

Parents - Poem by Mark Pollins

Was it plasticine they received,
Or was it mud?
Did they try and reshape the wet concrete of my mind,
Or was I allowed to decide in which directions I wouldn’t grow?
Were plans drawn up, moral blueprints xeroxed and distributed,
Or was it a blind dash between shelters of hot cocoa and lies,
Protecting me from the monsoon of this life?


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 11, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 16, 2011


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