Miracles at Shriners

There’s a place outside my window
I do not often see,
a million miles across the street
where death decries your plea.

‘Tis a purgatorial place
for the once young at heart,
innocent souls now burned by flame
who thirst for life’s restart.

Red yellow fire once licked their skin
left pain in fissures deep
now loved ones kneel in fervent prayer
their young ones here to keep.

Mine is a neighborhood of hope
for children wrapped in gauze,
doctors, nurses, medical care
united in one cause.

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View of Shriners Childrens Hospital in Boston, from my 7th floor deck / my living room window.  WP Writing 201 prompt:  write in the ballad form, using assonance, and relating to the word “neighborhood.”  Ballad:  dramatic, emotionally charged, 4 line stanza quatrain, alternating stress lines as in 8 syllables, 6 syllables, 8 syllables, 6 syllables; and using an ABCB rhyme scheme.  Assonance:  subtle repeat of vowel sounds.

25 thoughts on “Miracles at Shriners

    • lillian October 13, 2015 / 1:10 pm

      Oh your comment means so much to me!! Really worked on this one….many thanks. Tipping my second cup of coffee to you!

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  1. Annie October 13, 2015 / 1:18 pm

    I love this. I enjoyed the ballad meter. Great one!

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    • lillian October 13, 2015 / 1:27 pm

      So glad you like it 🙂 Happy I am this morning — even on a grey rainy day.

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    • lillian October 13, 2015 / 1:44 pm

      So do I 🙂 It took a while….

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    • lillian October 13, 2015 / 1:45 pm

      Thank you for your kind kind words. Truly appreciate your words and your time this morning. Happy I am.

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  2. Melinda Kucsera October 13, 2015 / 2:10 pm

    that’s one powerful poem you penned. It really makes you think about how blessed you are to be whole and undamaged and to spare a prayer for those less fortunate. Thank you.

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    • lillian October 13, 2015 / 2:25 pm

      What a wonderful response you’ve given here. Thank you so much for your words, your time, and your reflections. Hope you will stop by again….

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  3. Kathy October 13, 2015 / 2:33 pm

    Wow, very powerful and great imagery. I felt like I was there, looking out with you.

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    • lillian October 13, 2015 / 2:40 pm

      So glad you liked it, Kathy. Many thanks for your kind words.

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  4. Misky October 13, 2015 / 2:37 pm

    Oh the difference a few streets can make, eh? Lovely and touching poem, Lillian. >

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    • lillian October 13, 2015 / 2:42 pm

      So nice to see you here this morning……and many thanks for the kind words and your time. Oh my yes…..Shriners is across the street one way, and Mass General Hospital’s campus on the other side. It’s a neighborhood of miracles.

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      • Misky October 13, 2015 / 2:45 pm

        Lovely.

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  5. AnnMarie Roselli-Kissack October 13, 2015 / 10:47 pm

    Lillian-
    Healing words you’ve sutured here this day. What a glorious homage to an institution deserving of endless support, prayers and faith. You’ve done a kindness for all.
    am:)

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    • lillian October 14, 2015 / 6:25 pm

      Stitcher of words….I’ll take it 😊
      Shriners is truly a miracle place.

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    • lillian October 14, 2015 / 6:24 pm

      Ah…,you have a healing view too 😊 ebb and flow soothing.

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