Ten Years Old

“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit at a typewriter and bleed.”
-Ernest Hemingway

Ten years old

There is a wound that never heals
A brown, crusty, scabrous shroud overlies it
Like fragile bark on a young tree
It bleeds—
Sap runs out
Blood courses down me on the inside
Painting my walls
Like paint poured into a glass bottle.
No one catches it
I cannot stop it
Everything I do is tainted
The bandage – not a bandage
Is saturated

Why did you do it, Mama?
Why did you say it?
Your words, so dismissive—
“I’m sorry, okay?”
“You should forget about it.”
“It was a long time ago.”
Won’t heal me —

I was almost your favorite
So very nearly perfect
Then your disappointment crowded in with its sharp teeth
Biting me
The round whole branch cut into with sharp words
Did my hurt feed you?
Are you hurt as well?

I was almost your favorite—
“I said to myself, ‘Be careful. I don’t want to play favorites with my children.’”
“But then you changed—
You became shy and quiet
Not so friendly
Not so small.
You started to gain weight.”
My tears are always a nuisance.
“Stop crying, you big baby!”

Perfect gift from God.
“Forget it. Get over it.”

My wound,
I am still young there.
I was only ten.

My son
Is ten years old.
Long thing legs like the trunks of saplings
Arms like branches, reaching
For me.
Beyond me.
Before he was Michael
He was an acorn.
Now he is a tree.
A prince.
My baby: perfect, holy and undefiled
Gift from God
Growing away from me
Still holy, perfect, undefiled.
But faulted, as we all are.
Was he nearly my favorite?
No, only my beloved.
My Son.
Ten years old.
Are you bleeding?
We’ll heal you together.

Sitting here on Monday morning, writing,
Reliving a pain from three quarters of my life ago
My scab was pierced by a memory

Sap and Blood.

Should I show Ellie how to embroider?
My mother taught me.
Tried to teach me.

I was ten years old.

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I have been taking a class in Haiku on Allpoetry.com. The following is one of my completed assignments:
grackle haiku

©Deborah Goschy

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Demons–A Cinquain

Today’s poem is written in the form of a Cinquain. A Cinquain is a traditional form of poetry first introduced by poet Adelaide Crapsey. An outgrowth of the Imagist movement in poetry, the form falls in with the first tenet of the manifesto of the Imagist movement: “To use the language of common speech, but to employ always the exact word, not the nearly exact, nor the merely decorative word.” It’s about clarity of expression and economy of language. (My thanks to Shadowpoetry.com and Poets.org.)

The form of the Cinquain is simple. It is as follows:

cinquain form


Now, here’s mine:


Living Evil
Destroy and hurt people
Wishing that they could reach Heaven

©Deborah Goschy

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A Poem About Me

Today’s poem is a biopoem. A biopoem is a way to identify yourself through adjectives, relationships, likes, feelings, fears, needs, what you give to others, a goal, and the place where you live.


Warm, Funny, Sensitive, Creative,
Daughter of Art and Betsy, sister of Todd and Lisa,
Wife of Kris, mother of Benjamin and Julia,
Who loves writing, snapping pictures, and reading,
Who feels “gooey” around babies, excited while creating, and joyous when singing,
Who fears heights, spiders, and cancer,
Who needs beauty, quiet time, and to create,
Who gives presents, laughter, and hugs,
Who would someday like to be published,
From Eagle Lake, Minnesota,

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May 11, 2014-A Sweet Gift


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May 11, 2014- A Mother…

For Mother’s Day an acrostic lauding mothers. Out of all of the roles I have or may yet fill, the role of mother will always be the most important to me. Happy Mother’s Day to all mothers out there!

A mother

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May 10, 2014- Dew-Covered Web

My new word for the date is concatenate, the meaning of which is “to link together; unite in a series or a chain.” (My thanks to Dictionary.com).
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May 9, 2014: Leaves

Back to the tried and true Tanka form for today.
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Cheeks Parchment Pale

Author’s Note: This is my first Triolet. A Triolet has only 8 lines. “Within a Triolet, the 1st, 4th, and 7th lines repeat, and the 2nd and 8th lines do as well. The rhyme scheme is simple: ABaAabAB, capital letters representing the repeated lines” (Shadowpoetry.com).
You can write a Triolet in iambic tetrameter (8 syllables per line), as is traditional, or iambic pentameter (10 syllables per line).
Grammar: I looked up ‘lay vs lie’ when I was writing this poem. We use the word ‘lay’ to put or place something with a direct object: I laid the book on the table. ‘Lie’ is to recline: Lie down! He went to lie down. However, the past tense of lie is lay. I am meaning this poem to describe something in the past. I hope I did it right. If not, please let me know!
 His beloved who lay dying triolet
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May 7, 2014-Our Hawthorn Tree

My first try at the rondelet form. The rondelet form is as follows:
Line 1 :: A—four syllables
Line 2 :: b—eight syllables
Line 3 :: A—repeat of line one
Line 4 :: a—eight syllables
Line 5 :: b—eight syllables
Line 6 :: b—eight syllables
Line 7 :: A—repeat of line one
This is probably not my best work; I am only trying the form. Frankly, I am much more proud of the photograph, which I took several years ago.
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