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Post by Brigid Briton on Mar 13, 2014 20:39:26 GMT -6
This challenge was inspired by a visit from our two grandsons. The challenge is to write a poem, any style, celebrating boys! That should be simple enough since everyone either is a boy, was a boy, or knows a boy of one age or the other.
Here's mine:
four brown eyes
mirror images of each other
cousins six and seven
joyful noise
I celebrate boys
Happy writing! Brigid
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Post by sopphey on Mar 14, 2014 15:16:39 GMT -6
I'll give this a little try.
Waiting for the Sun
They stack their toy soldiers
Over the grass and muddied toy trucks
Make a ring of marbles around the pile
They wait around for the schoolyard sun
Magnifying glass in hand
Heroes waiting for their powers
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Post by Brigid Briton on Mar 14, 2014 15:46:01 GMT -6
Way to go, Sopphey! This is a wonderful response to the challenge. I love the idea of heroes waiting for their powers. Boys waiting for the sun to hit just the right angle, or boys waiting to become men through that long, sometimes confusing transformation. Caterpillars waiting to become butterflies. Oh, uh, wait. I'm running off at the fingertips. This is supposed to be about YOU. And you did a bang-up job. Thanks for being the first one to take the leap.  P.S. Most of the boys I have known tended to use magnifying glasses and the sun more as a Super Villain might! |
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Post by Cory Raymond on Mar 14, 2014 18:30:41 GMT -6
from babies to boys
in the blink of an eye
I thought there was going to be a lot more to this, and, perhaps there is. I'll just have to give it time. But I did so want to get in on the challenge!
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Post by SweetSilverBird on Mar 14, 2014 21:33:24 GMT -6
No need to be coy. I myself wrote a tiny little poem. Boys is noise. Noise is boys. I'm feeling almost monosyllabic these days. Got to give it a try though. |
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Post by Brigid Briton on Mar 14, 2014 21:39:02 GMT -6
Hi Cory and Deb,
Well, I'm glad to see that we're getting some action here. Deb, we'll make a haiku writer of you yet, now that brevity seems to be the order of the day. Thanks to both of you for participating!
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Post by blackbird on Mar 15, 2014 16:37:54 GMT -6
I really liked your poem Sopphie.....at this moment my 5 year old is walking around with a magnifying glass, a bb pistol, a flashlight, an 11mm end wrench and a 10mm end wrench, and about 2.45 in change. All in his little pockets....he wants to light something on fire with the power of the sun....you really captured the boyish sense of adventure in this poem. Good job it was direct, clear and to the point. Very satisfying ending. I read it to my boy, he said,"Yeah, pile 'em in a cirle, then POWER!!"
He then took off running through the house hollering about the dastardly arch enemies that challenge ...
Loved it.
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Post by Reilley on Apr 12, 2014 9:10:14 GMT -6
IT WAS ENOUGH FOR ME
It was enough for me
just to have known you,
to have touched, however briefly,
the texture of your life.
There is no real need for me to thunder
outside your window at night,
or to drag your memory along with me
through my desiccated days.
The earth itself stood still for you
the moon refused to draw the morning tide
across the scattered beach of the world,
children now tend the flower beds where
you planted your futures,
young men now till the fields
while women braid the yellow of your hair.
There is no need for me to hold you hostage
to the desires I have for the past,
no requirement that you give me back
that part of myself I spent upon you
so many years ago.
It is enough for me to know
that you are of this world,
that you are whom you have grown to be,
enough to know you are my son.
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