Those cornflower blues, lit so bright from within,
her clove-pinks of cheeks and the dear little chin;
cherubic blonde ringlets in cascading fall,
the “What’s matter, Mommy?” confused at my bawl.
Broad trail of chaos that grew in her wake
whenever my back turned to clean or to bake!
Seemed I followed a twister day wake to lid close,
and what a disaster if e’er I should doze!
Frustrated, I’d snap at her, raising a tear;
in prayer seek for patience, this wee child is dear!
And grant me, my Father in Heaven I pray,
to forget her mistakes quick as she does, someday!
In a list
A contest entry
- Hues of Blue in 12 Lines or Less (there's a catch) by The Fun House.
1050 points, ended January 27, 2009, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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oh, how lovely and creative. I adore the imagery of this piece. It flows beautifully and I enjoyed reading it very much
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Lovely and yet, a sad
... reminder to me of my own Mother! Your poem is written in a nice style and with a sincere honesty for the future. Great last two lines! I was very unsure of understanding the following line:
"Seemed I followed a twister day wake to lid close,"
Maybe it's just me? all in all the poem had me reminsicing ... j
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great poem, rings so true to me. I enjoyed the rhyme. I had to read the third line in the second stanza a few times, but once i got it, its perfect.
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Oh, sooooo true! Cherubic child with cornflower eyes wreaking havoc every second! Charming and fun, flawless meter and rhyme.
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awww, she sounds like a doll, reminds me of my own daughter when she was young. They can be very frustrating at times but oh so much joy.
Well done.
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