Image by Sean McCormick.
Mother, Father, watch me play
I’m piling stones and stones and stones
then I'll stuff them all with hay.
No, no silly me…. in between the stones
is what I really meant to say.
I’ll mix mud and clay,
you know…, so they’ll stay.
Daddy daddy, can I have some wood?
We need a window - please please please,
just a little bit… should do.
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Grey, through years, a foundation stood
once a dream, now a vision seen,
built upon such toil and sweat,
mortar, rocks, timber - and sky…
All framed within my mother’s eye.
The day dad passed,
we watched him fly; in the window,
both, we stood.
Then and now, strong of mind -
I often find, I’m looking back….
Into a wonderful frame of mind.
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What a curve ball thrown on this one! The set up was amazing. After the first part I was wondering where the poem was leading; turns out to be a beautiful, sad memory. Very well stated, creatively.
ReplyDeleteFrom whimsey to reflective. Love the story!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully told!
ReplyDeleteI love the style you've told this in... playful to begin with with and becoming so sweetly reflective, as Jerry said. Original and interesting take.
ReplyDeleteo i like
ReplyDeletethe frame of mind part
yeah
I really enjoyed your style.. ' often find, I’m looking back….Into a wonderful frame of mind.' beautifully written.
ReplyDeletelove it,
ReplyDeletestunning imagery,
excellent poetry.
A++
You framed your poem beautifully. Loved the picture as well.
ReplyDeletePerfect balance of everything - excellent.
ReplyDeleteyes...I too like the fact that it started off light hearted and breezy turned reflective.
ReplyDeletenicely done!
Oh it's gorgeous, what a boomerang! Slots deftly into me. Lovely.
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