Peach State says: My Youngest’s Furrowed Brow
A mixed-match day of sorting…breaking to chat with you a moment.
My youngest asked as I began to type if I had written a poem recently…I responded “Yes” and kept trying to complete my list of tags and categories. He seemed very interested so I paused what I was doing and showed him my last poem. I told him to read it out loud. “Big mistake!”
As this 6th grader began to stumble along the unfamiliar word path he began to frown. I stopped him and began to read it for him. Once I finished he was still frowning…
My Youngest’s Furrowed Brow so deeply filled with questions and confusion. “What is that word?…I don’t know that word!…What kind of poem is that?”
I just smiled…trying to explain the answers one question at a time. Here is an excerpt from the poem I wrote in February that really Furrowed His Brow:
There is a gentle swaying
as the bare naked limbs stretch across the sky.
The tinkling tones sound
as the helpless chimes compose new melodies.
Constant and unchallenged the steady breeze blows…
A new sound finds my ears
as the leave-less giants quiver and bend.
The melody is mashed
as the confused chimes crash together.
The fury of the Windy Howl!
I guess he is not ready for imagery! It was fun trying to explain the poem…maybe I should read him some “Poe”… Hehe…not yet!
Have a great Saturday and enjoy those around you!