Wisdom's rod
is what the towering pillars of aged thought
used to bestow
a whack of sight
upon the eyes of innocence.
Pubescent stares question the tutorial thrashes,
for they so often come
after verbal sermonized themes
of "this is for your own good" lashes.
Gulf always expands between maturity
and passion's fire in adolescence's pit,
language spoken by different generations
often done with reason's translator.
Both youth's tender twig and adult trunk
convinced they possess truth's better bark,
somewhere, despite love's watering,
freedom's wind still bend the limbs,
older one's feeling the weathering trials
their scars of pearls,
while less seasoned branches
burning with need to wave their leaves
in identity's choice.
It all is a summer's expression of the heart,
an ancient ritual of discovery and vocalized desires.
Having been both child and father,
I see the canyon of understanding
from both sides now.
Learning only time is the harvest
that brings division's healing,
grateful as a grandfather these days,
to watch the clash between son and grandson,
smiling as I get to play their referee
instead of parental policeman.
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800 points, ended July 26, 12 entries
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Learning only time is the harvest
that brings division's healing,
grateful as a grandfather these days,
to watch the clash between son and grandson,
smiling as I get to play their referee
instead of parental policeman.
~ nicely worded, i had to smile at that last part. i think my mom's said something along those lines when my sister's dealing with 4 kids in the house & when the visit, they're like, "gramma!" instead of complaining or asking for something. lol thank you for this insightful entry!
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Good write here
You have penned this very well and yes the turn around if you give youreself the chance explains all
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Gulf always expands between maturity and passion's fire in adolescence's pit,language spoken by different generations often done with reason's translatorBoth youth's tender twig and adult trunk convinced they possess truth's better bark,somewhere, despite love's watering,freedom's wind still bend the limbs,Learning only time is the harvest that brings division's healing,
grateful as a grandfather these days,to watch the clash between son and grandson,smiling as I get to play their referee instead of parental policeman.fantastic poem for the quote I can so relate to your words to good luck in the contest
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Oh My Word~
Excellent piece You have penned and I imagine the perks of being a Grandpa- You can give back with no strings attached
I'm Blessed my teen does not assume to know everything but I think the brain transplant helped
j/k
even with the pubescent stares
I use The Force
Thank You for sharing Your Talent also Spirit~
Many blessings to You in the contest Sweetness
Best wishes too
and my Love & Light
~ Desire~*~
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very nicely done. I really enjoyed it. Good luck to you in the contest.
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