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Wednesday, May 1, 2019

The Wild Child

public domain photo - credits below

The Wild Child

“They”
want him to grow UP and 
STOP
stomping in mud puddles,
climbing trees, and befriending bugs,
STOP
shadowing butterflies,
weaving daisy chains,
bestowing dandelion bouquets,
STOP
wearing his sister’s tutu,
tangoing at T-ball
pirouetting across home plate,
STOP
singing at the bus stop, and
hugging random strangers
at the supermarket
but, (honestly)
you hope
(no matter what)
that he’ll never
(ever)
stop.

PSC / 2019-Apr




Here We Go Again

public domain photo - credits below

Here We Go Again

Pity
(pretty please)
this poor, pathetic boy
who (yet again)
cries “wolf!”
and alligator tears.

His fears,
somewhat abstract,
(some fanciful, some fact),
it’s clear what they’re about,
but my compassion’s
plumb wore out.

PSC / 2019-Apr



You Don’t Own the Poem

public domain photo - modified (darkened to night & added "fireflies")

You Don’t Own the Poem
(The Poem Owns You)

One night,
(mayhap after midnight)
you catch a glimpse of some-
thing (maybe moonlight)
sifting through the curtains,
dancing on the floor

and it draws you out-
side where you find (yourself
captivated by) some-
thing (perhaps a field
of wildflowers
lit by flickering fireflies)
  
You cup your hands
trying to capture
just a tiny smidgen
(with pen and ink)
of that beautiful,
magical glow

but you know
(no amount of holes
in any jelly jar lid
can sustain them
so) you have to
let them go.

PSC / 2019-Apr