When I try
to understand something,
the world grows quiet,
attentive, helpful.
He cried,
There are times
when I remember,
then falls silent.
Gone are the castles, the Queen
and summer dreams.
Ghosts are afoot in the land.
Children, be slow
to leave the nest.
Family is important.
(Something easy
to understand
while danger
stalks the land.)
From a magnetic poetry kit. These words popped out at me. I added just a few of my own.
"Children, be slow / to leave the nest." hope they hear....fun way to write poems from a magnetic poetry kit :)
ReplyDeleteMeaningful messages. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteIt is true...the queen and the castles are gone; but then again, maybe that is a good thing. Indeed, children should be slow to leave the nest.....the world outside is a bit hard!
ReplyDeleteI'm always so glad when I stop by your blog, my friend. This is a lovely poem. Will dig out my own magnetic tiles and compose, but I can't imagine mine will be quite so lyrical...lol.
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