Yay! More Poetry! Check Out VRCOMIC.COM too!
Hey, I'm Back! Before anything else I want to let you know about my brother's site. It is:
www.vrcomic.com
He draws a weekly comic and shares a bit of himself too. I really like his site.
Be sure to follow his link to vote for his site at TopWebComics.
Now back to my poetry!
I've been doing some revision. Poetry is due this week, so a-editting I will go.
I have two poems. The first is a reworking of a prose paragraph I wrote earlier. I think it has turned into a half-decent poem anyway. The second is supposed to give you a strong feeling of ....something in my life. Let's see what you think it's about.
Poem 1 (I am realizing I am not so good at titles yet)
Your father and I planned a trip
To Disneyland
To pretend to be newlyweds.
We’d been planning this trip for a long time.
Ten years.
We’ve longed to strap ourselves into those twisty, curvy rides.
Wanted to blow kisses to pirates,
Pose with Pluto,
Spin on the tea cups,
Pretend I am a Princess
Your dad my Prince Charming.
He’d kiss me in the castle.
Explore treasure islands,
Wander into the future,
Escape into our childhoods.
Tantalizing, innocent excitement
Waited for us.
My handsome boy
We didn’t go to Disneyland.
We instead were given
An extraordinary gift.
We were given you.
We’ve started planning again
Your father and I
A new trip to Disneyland.
To see you pose with Pluto,
To spin with you on those tea cups,
To kiss you in the castle.
As we wander into our future
We will explore your childhood.
It is just waiting for us.
Poem 2 (see this title needs some work too)
Black and brown finger smudges
Stand out against the white paint
A bright red and green coloring page
Lays crumpled beneath the right front tire.
Dusty junk mail sprawls on the dash
Open bills in the cup holder.
Straw wrappers snake around
The three video tapes littering the floor
Permanent impressions of safety seats
Burrow into the leather captain’s chairs.
A decaying banana peal hides under the back bench
The milk in a sippy cup curdles nearer the front.
My attention is on the children
They climb and crawl into the seats.
The van rushes down the road
My eyes on the clock as much as the drive.
The school bell sounds loudly
My children sneak through the closing gate.
A moment to pause and enjoy
A deep calming breath
Then the baby whimpers softly
And is crying loudly by our arrival home.
www.vrcomic.com
He draws a weekly comic and shares a bit of himself too. I really like his site.
Be sure to follow his link to vote for his site at TopWebComics.
Now back to my poetry!
I've been doing some revision. Poetry is due this week, so a-editting I will go.
I have two poems. The first is a reworking of a prose paragraph I wrote earlier. I think it has turned into a half-decent poem anyway. The second is supposed to give you a strong feeling of ....something in my life. Let's see what you think it's about.
Poem 1 (I am realizing I am not so good at titles yet)
Your father and I planned a trip
To Disneyland
To pretend to be newlyweds.
We’d been planning this trip for a long time.
Ten years.
We’ve longed to strap ourselves into those twisty, curvy rides.
Wanted to blow kisses to pirates,
Pose with Pluto,
Spin on the tea cups,
Pretend I am a Princess
Your dad my Prince Charming.
He’d kiss me in the castle.
Explore treasure islands,
Wander into the future,
Escape into our childhoods.
Tantalizing, innocent excitement
Waited for us.
My handsome boy
We didn’t go to Disneyland.
We instead were given
An extraordinary gift.
We were given you.
We’ve started planning again
Your father and I
A new trip to Disneyland.
To see you pose with Pluto,
To spin with you on those tea cups,
To kiss you in the castle.
As we wander into our future
We will explore your childhood.
It is just waiting for us.
Poem 2 (see this title needs some work too)
Black and brown finger smudges
Stand out against the white paint
A bright red and green coloring page
Lays crumpled beneath the right front tire.
Dusty junk mail sprawls on the dash
Open bills in the cup holder.
Straw wrappers snake around
The three video tapes littering the floor
Permanent impressions of safety seats
Burrow into the leather captain’s chairs.
A decaying banana peal hides under the back bench
The milk in a sippy cup curdles nearer the front.
My attention is on the children
They climb and crawl into the seats.
The van rushes down the road
My eyes on the clock as much as the drive.
The school bell sounds loudly
My children sneak through the closing gate.
A moment to pause and enjoy
A deep calming breath
Then the baby whimpers softly
And is crying loudly by our arrival home.
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