grandma;
physical vigor has come to a harvest
f a d i n g in color
while your words run to me
like youth
wearing flashes of pink, green and yellow
out in the backyard of conversation
memories shall never meet me
in black and white
Author notes
a dedication to my 85 year old grandmother
b i r d a t r o s e
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am i breathing enough air / poetic device?
Comments
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This was good, But however this did not quite keep my attention so therefore I am going to have to say that you can't go too round 3. But thanks so much for entering.
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funny but not so how good memories are not black and white as perhaps memoirs that are put down in ink. life is green, pink, red and yellow. true how their voices run to our present like a young child chasing after a momma.
this is such a lovely piece. you have a rare talent and i am thankful to have witnessed it.
run as fast as you can and you will see that your body will supply enough air, naturally. poetic device? well to be honest the last word "stale" is not needed i think because black and white has that implication imbedded already.
great work, my apologies for not getting back here more often.
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you have gotten the respect
but also the experience you detect;
there's a pun in "put down in ink"
like life writes poetry before we'd even think
if i would've been smart while still gold
every word be different hue to extra hold
the iridescent idea of the poem
unless of course my word images still feel at home ~
and rare talent springs like a hybrid plant
that's not GMO but rather a grant
(for i believe many best poets
are the most hated, yet they commit)
i wasn't even going to write for the picture
then my mind took a tour!
i try to bounce toes as words each day,
thank you for saying poetic muscles i did display
and for the oxygen tank
of a suggestion at number one rank,
i rhyme
remembering you did that one time
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