One chicory floweron the edge of asphaltholds on to hopscotchthree bags of groceriesin a two-wheeled cartdirt road to the feed millfour houses downthree miniature poodlesSnowballPierre(I forget)two lawn chairsfacing the train tracksand one kidpicking iron ore pelletsfor her slingshot
#3 of 30 Poems in November to benefit the Center for New Americans. Today’s theme is SIDEWALKS.
Also! Wrote a Flash 55 poem so I could jump into the fray over at Joy's Verse Escape. Grateful for the opportunity to play. Yay!
Also! Wrote a Flash 55 poem so I could jump into the fray over at Joy's Verse Escape. Grateful for the opportunity to play. Yay!
The way you have embroidered this with numbers is so deft and effective, Marian--I feel life in all its complex connections, and a loneliness, too, despite them...I'm so chuffed you chose to play, and I hope you have a kickass weekend set to fire from your slingshot.
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DeleteThis puts me way back to a different time and place. A nice time, with an ornery menace down by the train tracks.
ReplyDeleteWalking, counting, and secreting stones for a slingshot...Sounds like a wonderful stroll.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite part was the not remembering the third dog's name!
ReplyDeleteMine, too :)
DeleteIt reads like summer and growing up...
ReplyDeleteExcellent! The (I forget) just elevates it to another level! Hopscotch seems to be the word of the day, used it in my post this morning!!
ReplyDeleteSuch gorgeous imagery in this, Marian!💞 I love "chicory flower on the edge of asphalt"..💞
ReplyDeleteYou convey a snap-like picture in words - one so fragile that it might have been missed had not the poet's eye captured it and committed it to paper.
ReplyDeleteI see the sidewalk clearly--some of the things on it I would see daily and others make me know it is a smaller town than mine. Well done and kicked ass!
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