For dversepoets.com this week it is open to anything anyone has written.
This I wrote in 2009 when my grandchildren were ten and seven.
Not profound, deep or symbolic...just what poured out of me one day...
This I wrote in 2009 when my grandchildren were ten and seven.
Not profound, deep or symbolic...just what poured out of me one day...
Faded amethyst spokes of sun
peak through the trees
at twilight hour
If there is a stairway to heaven,
there's no such place as half-way,
passing nodding flowers
Hanging with the Grands
faces washed by sunshine
Bless these heavenly days
Chasing rainbows in tall dewy grass
Chasing rainbows in tall dewy grass
they do not notice
the muted hues turning to haze
Fiercely alive
not missing anything
words to unscramble, bees that sting
Trails follow a throne
Making a face, tying a lace
of pine and apple branches
sharing renderings
Making a face, tying a lace
lighting up the sphere
They study, absorb and teach
Knock-knock jokes, who's there?
Knock-knock jokes, who's there?
How far can I reach?
Future poet or financier?
Future poet or financier?
Colored pencils
sketch their faces in the sky
portraits to preserve innocence
Etchings engraved in my brain,
Etchings engraved in my brain,
their curious thoughts impress
Monarchs flutter by
Hearts eager to learn,
baseball comes naturally
tugs of war, pets, responsibility
tugs of war, pets, responsibility
Compassionate harbingers,
there time will come to consider
the problems of manA lighthouse beacon guides them
with love and praise
safely across the bridge of time
High roads to travel
Be true to yourselves and brave,
the key is to try well
the key is to try well
Days of green silk ribbons pass
Roses and more roses climb,
small hands in clay
Agile, blithe paradigms
they'll love and have children,
dance under moonlight one day
dance under moonlight one day
Tender gifts of surprise embraces,
reflections of familiar faces
Kindred spirits pure and simple
lavished upon my heart,
Delight in secret moments ,
reflections of familiar faces
Kindred spirits pure and simple
lavished upon my heart,
special gifts of art
They have their mother's dimple
They have their mother's dimple
Delight in secret moments ,
treasures unimagined long ago
sealed like oil on canvas
Silver aquamarine paths, stones of gold
are after all but footsteps
that bring angels
- to my table
that bring angels
- to my table
~
Gorgeous. A wonderful ode. Can tell you adore them!
ReplyDeleteCaptures one of the moments that the good life is for
ReplyDeleteLoved this poem ... wonderfully written ode !!!
ReplyDeleteAn ode for the younger generations. They teach us a lot when we review the process of upbringing again! Great write Kathy!
ReplyDeleteHank
Deeply profound! Incredible post!
ReplyDeletei dunno i can def see some symbolism in there...i am glad they have someone to guide them you know....a lighthouse....the colored pencils drawing them in the sky is beautiful as well....i like this much...
ReplyDeletebeautiful piece!!!
ReplyDeleteA bookmark to the pages of a wonderful day!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Katy.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
I liked this very much. It captures the fleeting nature of childhood itself. You think they'll stay all sunkissed and eager and in six months they've changed again. The colors, the painterliness, and the jewel like quality here add an artistic element. It is quite a keepsake!
ReplyDeleteThank you all for your generous comments...I had accidentally left off the last paragraph at first, so some missed the ending, which I think tops it off. The point I was dancing around through the whole poem...that I am getting older, rainbows do turn to haze late in life but the kids make my life fuller, so when I do climb the stairs to someplace else, I'll have their love to keep me company..thank you for stopping by The Eyrie Road...Kathy
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