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Foreign Tongue
She pulls the toy penguin
from the dumpster
and smiles at it.
This is what power looks like
in its purest form.
My thoughts disintegrate
under the winter sun,
pale shadows found
on cold afternoons.
Her pose remains
in my mind.
I borrow the sadness
she discards.
Published 14th Dec 2014
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14th Dec 2014 11:39pm
I'm guessing, but this sounds like a homeless experience. The child finding delight in a toy found in a dumpster. She doesn't really mind where it comes from. It's the adult that becomes sad, and can't shake it. And he has to "borrow" the sadness that she has the innocence to throw away. Not at all sure about the title, but I'll keep thinking. Really fine job, Atatki.
Anonymous
15th Dec 2014 00:33am
Of course, if joy can be transferred, so can despair.. Great captured moment!
Anonymous
15th Dec 2014 1:20am
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15th Dec 2014 3:34am
Foreign tongue.....lingua Franca...
One child's ended need for her penguin is another child's gift of cosmic irony.
One child's ended need for her penguin is another child's gift of cosmic irony.
