24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Her mother at her best had only one daily care:
“Feed up ungrateful pups, no smile even rare”.
Severe, stone-hearted, ever busy with household,
her mother was kind of woman ignored and bold.
In rare moments she came to mum with a toy,
half-broken, with a blurred stamp of past child’s joy,
with a plea in her voice: “could you play with me?”
“Wait a moment!” A promise never to be …
Her first steps she did in torment,
she felt down, got bruised, no enjoyment.
She turned one year old (with no feast or celebration),
eldest brothers decided to go to lake, they had occasion
to take her with ( for no one to look after was ready).
Water was warm, sun shone and careless mood was steady,
soon they lost their sister out of sight,
she lay dehydrated in the grass in twilight.
Unattended newborn baby cried loudly every single night,
until mum left child in a cradle and switch off the light;
Irritating, heart-breaking crying stopped by itself,
there was no need to pay for sleep with any wealth.
Because of intestines pain? Breastfeeding was scare?
Because of fear? First dreams with nightmare?
Because of cold feeling of loneliness ( never to leave her later)?
Or because of non changed diaper. Simply neglecting hygiene, no matter..?
Hello! My name is Daria Lebedeva. I am an emerging poet using the format of the rhymed lines to pack in the depth and complexity of the thoughts provoking the thinking process to start up. I am Ph D in philosophy and probably because of it the choice of themes for poetic expressions is of the most challenging ones. I venture to label my style – that I think I am aware of and I am developing it in everyone’s stanza- as empathetic poetic storytelling placing woman in the center of narration. As much as I can I try to dive inside an imaginary personality – the protagonist is simply called ” she” in my poems- who faces some difficulties to overcome and as result to win over the routine of uselessness and idleness to arrive at the blessed island of a lifelong meaning. I need to add – the language of poetry is not my native language that makes the task more challenging for I have been writing in English and Polish, rare in Russian. So I must admit another label to my style- linguistic experiment. I am excited for trying poetry marathon for the first time being motivated to test my skills and imagination under pressure of time.