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Lovely Anne

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I once met a girl named Anne
and what a lovely girl was she.
She sat in corners and talked
and talked when no one listened.

While lovely Anne was so lovely
no one went near lovely Anne
and her never-ending talking.

Lovely Anne with black hair
and dark skin. Never listened
to the voice of society.

Lovely Anne talked of a world
so unlike our own.
No one went near her,
but everyone listened
to the thoughts of a wonderful world.

Lovely Anne lived in a world
where the clocks struck thirteen
where everyone loved
where everyone smiled
and tears were never shed.

The walls and floors
objects and papers
that she talked to day and night
held to her words
and wished for her world.

Poor Lovely Anne had no friends.
But lived in a world that was entirely her own.
Lovely Anne who never left her world
and thought reality was imaginary.
I'm not crazy, my reality's just different from yours.

Written for #Heart-of-Poetry's prompt of reality.


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I would first of all like to say this is a beautiful piece but I find it beautiful for two reasons. Firstly it is quite a sweet tale, something I'd imagine to be told by a child as there is a clear air of innocence. Secondly I like the rather nice twist of perception and how it challenges our own. We could easily say that this is a tale of a sweet little girl who couldn't take the harsh and unfair ways of reality so she simply shut it out and went to live in her own fantasy world because it's the only thing she could do. However what makes this quite innocent and sweet is that this is something we all have done, when we were young we often went into our own fantasy world when reality became too much. What right have we then to say lovely Anne is crazy? She's not, she's lovely and sweet just like this poem.