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.
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.
You nailed this on all 3 levels!!
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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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🙂
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I love this. I enjoyed the ballad meter. Great one!
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So glad you like it 🙂 Happy I am this morning — even on a grey rainy day.
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I like it!
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So do I 🙂 It took a while….
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Really a place of home 🙂 Good job ma’am
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Thank you for your kind kind words. Truly appreciate your words and your time this morning. Happy I am.
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You are most welcome my lady Lillian 🙂
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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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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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Wow, very powerful and great imagery. I felt like I was there, looking out with you.
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So glad you liked it, Kathy. Many thanks for your kind words.
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Oh the difference a few streets can make, eh? Lovely and touching poem, Lillian. >
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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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Lovely.
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I loved the flow here.
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Okay….if you felt flow, that’s good! Rhyme and ballad form were quite the challenge!.
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Yes, a rhythm.
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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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Stitcher of words….I’ll take it 😊
Shriners is truly a miracle place.
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Is a wonderful and generous piece of writing, Lillian.
am:)
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Beautiful. I live on the 7th floor too. My view is the Atlantic Ocean😁👍
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Ah…,you have a healing view too 😊 ebb and flow soothing.
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