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A Legacy

Fireblossom is trying to kill me.  It’s Friday, a fun day, the start of the weekend, and she wants me to think about stressed and unstressed syllables and iambs and tetrameter and dimeter and trimeter.  The form she wanted us to use is four line stanzas written in iambs with syllable counts of 8, 6, 8, 6; 1, 4, 1, 4; 8, 6, 8, 6.

I’ve had my nose in the dictionary all morning!  If you’re up for the challenge, you can find it at Real Toads.  Forgive me if I have failed.

milkweed sunset

his passion fills an empty space

forget her woes and strife

a child of sin is born to them

the mother’s guilt to bear



reviled by all


an outcast piece of trash


the lover nevermore returns

the passion slipped away

a pitied despised sinner girl

deflowered shameful lust


alone again with guilt of sin

the ache of losing him

has grown to hate the child she bore

until her heart forgets



the baby cries


neglected wanted not


unsheltered wild abandoned boy

is searching loving arms

instead he finds escape in love

again a babe is born

16 thoughts on “A Legacy

  1. Wowzers. If sticking your nose in a book to learn created this!! Then stick it back in. I am so impressed. I first was blown away with the photo… Fireblossom’s short second stanzas really add punch to your poem.

  2. You did a lot better with the form aspect of this than I, Teresa–you made the meter really work for you, and it reinforces the cycle you paint so vividly. Really well-done.

  3. You capture the chain of abuse and lost hopes. Hopefully, once laid out like this more effort could be made by the son or daughter to embrace another image . . .

    • Wow. This is so powerful, and much of its power comes from how awfully true it all is. “The sins of the fathers will be visited upon the sons even to the third and fourth generation”. Wonderful job on the challenge, and thank you for taking part! (I wasn’t trying to kill you. Honest!)

  4. This is a sad story that plays itself out over and over again. I admire the way you see the human pain and search for love in each of the characters, equally. That is the source of it all – no one was loved well enough in this poem. Good work!

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