Carolyn Brunelle


Ancient Struggle - Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Another age old story
seventeen years of nurturing
yearns to be free.

A sense of entitlement reigns,
not a particularly new game
just an eternal rite of passage.

Little angel
you have grown strong, bold;
your heart dismissive and cold.
Where are you going?

Once a babe in our arms
now distant; so disarming,
a little girl no more
storms out the door....

Where are you taking our hearts?


Comments about Ancient Struggle by Carolyn Brunelle

  • Gold Star - 15,151 Points Kim Barney (12/16/2014 9:17:00 PM)

    Great poem and fitting title.
    Wonderfully expressed. (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 3,678 Points John Richter (12/16/2014 12:06:00 PM)

    An age old story..... Losing a child at adulthood is harder than raising them (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,766 Points Luis Estable (12/16/2014 3:49:00 AM)

    This is good, and has a ring of reality to it. Now she wants to go like in many cases with children of this knid.

    I thought that some of the words were strong when I read them and the meaning they conveyed to me was powerful and quite clear.

    Keep on writing. You did well with this one.

    Thanks!

    Luis Estable (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 39,733 Points Aftab Alam Khursheed (12/16/2014 2:02:00 AM)

    Abrupt so abrupt- Where are you taking our hearts? very nice- congrats (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 4,259 Points Brian Johnston (12/22/2013 3:02:00 AM)

    Makes me wish I had a child to write poems about...Bon Voyage. A definite 10! I'll definitely back for more. For a different take on a childless life still worth living check me out Carolyn. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Kim Wood (12/17/2013 2:37:00 AM)

    Wow, I'm going through this struggle right now Carolyn. I never read something that was so close to the issue before. A lot of people don't really discuss what its like to have a child that used to admire you, love to be around you, then become 17 and a stranger that doesn't seem to have any desire to be around me at all. I didn't realize how much it would affect me. I guess I'm not the only one. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 14,297 Points * Sunprincess * (12/16/2013 5:48:00 PM)

    Carolyn I really like your poem a lot especially this line..
    ~Where are you taking our hearts? ~ (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 837 Points Krishnakumar Chandrasekar Nair (12/16/2013 8:19:00 AM)

    When to love and hold
    And when to let go
    We parents never learn
    When our kids turn bold
    But outside that door
    It is a harsh world
    And this the child will learn
    The way we too did before returning home.....

    Good poem and I welcome you to my page too (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 134 Points Alistair Graham (12/16/2013 6:03:00 AM)

    Where are you
    taking our hearts?
    Will you return
    the fragile gifts
    or should we believe
    it is right for them to continue
    in dual residence? (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Paul Anthony (12/16/2012 7:50:00 PM)

    They going where we all went when we fled the nest, to live their own lives and then become us. Still, smashing little poem, sums up a lot of things we all have been through and if we're lucky we'll watch our children go through the same thing. Don't you just love being alive! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 146 Points Ronn Michael Salinas (12/16/2012 3:39:00 PM)

    They tell you to be a nurse. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,502 Points Valerie Dohren (12/16/2012 12:17:00 PM)

    Yes, they walk away, but they usually walk back again when they have found their way as mature and responsible adults, which is the way it should be. Good write Carolyn. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 6,009 Points Savita Tyagi (12/16/2012 9:34:00 AM)

    Lovely poem. it seems to me this struggle has become more prominent in todays world. Love the last line. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 126 Points Kelvin Owusu (12/16/2012 5:09:00 AM)

    an excellent piece of poetry, nicely written (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Rose Oldman (7/23/2008 2:45:00 PM)

    Yes, it IS an ongoing struggle of the young, coming of age. Great poem! (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,156 Points James B. Earley (7/23/2008 12:26:00 PM)

    A necessary part of the learning processes.......yet we fret.....for experience says pain is lurking.....just around the corner! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Eden Hurley (7/23/2008 12:51:00 AM)

    that is an excellent poem. i would offer some more commentary but i am slightly lacking in that area, whereas you seem to be quite gifted. i'm sure this slightly off-topic and rant-like comment will suffice.

    all the best! please check out my new poem, i think you'll like it but who knows? maybe i've used up my creativity for the week. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 107 Points Rani Turton (7/12/2008 3:30:00 AM)

    So much to ponder on in this poem. I especially liked the last line. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie William Jackson (7/9/2008 5:06:00 PM)

    Well, you're right. It's an old story; the young (all to soon to become old) have no experience but think they know everything. As a species we have plenty of hindsight but little foresight. Excellent poem Carolyn! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 1, 2011


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