i found this little poem
sitting unattended,
alone,
on a bench at
the bus station.
when i said hello...
the relief and elation,
on this little poem's face,
made me feel protective
of this, orphan creation.
so i took this little poem
home...
no longer lost,
it thrived
from three lines to five
and before
we wished it
happy cinquain
it had doubled in size,
again.
full, rounded verse,
in cursive copperplate.
as it entered puberty
its moods swung,
between...
love, anger, hate
and then struggled gamely through
depression angst and fear..
all jots and tittles,
with future, unclear.
but eventually it matured
as we all do....
into a thoughtful expression
of beauty and love,
a strong and independant
statement of grace.
and then it was time,
to say goodbye....
the little found poem,
needed to leave
and find it's place,
in the wider world.
needed to find
and impress a girl.
it said it needed,
to make a splash...
grab some cash...
it promised not
to become, just a jingle...
and to write when
he could....
but til then.... anon...
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 5:58 AM UTC
i found this little poem
sitting unattended,
alone,
on a bench at
the bus station.
when i said hello...
the relief and elation,
on this little poem's face,
made me feel protective
of this, orphan creation.
so i took this little poem
home...
no longer lost,
it thrived
from three lines to five
and before
we wished it
happy cinquain
it had doubled in size,
again.
full, rounded verse,
in cursive copperplate.
as it entered puberty
its moods swung,
between...
love, anger, hate
and then struggled gamely through
depression angst and fear..
all jots and tittles,
with future, unclear.
but eventually it matured
as we all do....
into a thoughtful expression
of beauty and love,
a strong and independant
statement of grace.
and then it was time,
to say goodbye....
the little found poem,
needed to leave
and find it's place,
in the wider world.
needed to find
and impress a girl.
it said it needed,
to make a splash...
grab some cash...
it promised not
to become, just a jingle...
and to write when
he could....
but til then.... anon...
i miss him,
now he has gone
once he was a scrappy little
thing.... stuttering along
now he has gone,
all epic...
and wears allsorts of punctuation bling!!!
sometimes ....
he drops me a line
but all it ever says is
love u mum♡♥♡
i'm doing fine!!!
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