I still remember her look when she said
I, too, had a home… till yesterday evening.
I still feel the pain oozing through dry eyes.
stung by abandonment; frozen with shock
I, too, had a home… till yesterday evening.
Her loved ones threw her out, but she survived,
stung by abandonment, frozen with shock
Some day, I will build another home alone.
Her loved ones threw her out, but she survived
I still remember her look when she said
Some day, I will build another home alone.
I still feel the pain oozing through dry eyes.

hi, Punam 😍
Just wanna let you know that this week’s touching W3 prompt, hosted by our wonderful Sheila Bair, is now live:
Enjoy❣️
Much love,
David
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Thanks 🙏🙏 Reena
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*hug*
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The pantoum form worked so well to drive home the homelessness. It is a sad reality of life that you have highlighted poignantly.
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Thank you, Punam!
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My pleasure, Reena.
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hi, Reena 😍
Just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by our beloved Kim Whysall-Hammond for the very first time, is now live:
https://skepticskaddish.com/2025/06/11/w3-prompt-163-weave-written-weekly/
Enjoy❣️
Much love,
David
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Thanks!
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🤗
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Reena this is a tragic look at abandonment and callous attitudes – Yet in these verses is a strength and hope that sustains… so sad.
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Thank you, Val!
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“I still feel the pain oozing through dry eyes” is such a powerful line. It’s so difficult to witness pain and feel helpless to make a lasting impact. 💔
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True that. Thank you so much for the heart-felt engagement!
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Too often we look away. But to witness is so important. (K)
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We look away because we can’t do anything about it.
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Very powerful, Reena!
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Thank you, Liz!
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Reena, “pain oozing through dry eyes” feels so raw and quiet. It really stays with me.
~David
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Glad the words touched hearts. Thanks, David!
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🤗
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A very good use of repetition Reena
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Thanks, Kim! I like the pantoum format.
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So heartbreakingly beautiful!
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Thank you so much, Christine!
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This is so very sad, Reena.
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Yes. Thanks, Robbie!
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Hi Reena – your pantoum beautifully captures the cyclical nature of trauma while maintaining hope’s quiet strength. The repetitive structure mirrors how painful memories echo, yet your imagery – especially “pain oozing through dry eyes” – is strikingly visceral and authentic. The transformation from victim to survivor, ending with determined self-reliance, creates a powerful emotional arc. Your technical mastery of this challenging form serves your deeply human story perfectly. Truly moving work.
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Thanks a ton, Bob! Much appreciated.
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A very evocative and heartbreaking poem Reena
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Unfortunately, these stories do happen in real life.
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That’s true.
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Life can be brutally sad and it is our role to bring this to the attention of others through our poetic metier which is probably more effective than just breaking news. Well done !
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Thank you, Rall!
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A sad poem, we do not really know what other people go through.
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I once met an elegant woman in a Home for the Destitute, whose son had thrown her out. Her expression will stay with me forever.
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Bless her, I am glad I am sure my children would never do that.
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God bless them!
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