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Post by mfwilkie on Oct 6, 2009 9:44:10 GMT -5
I spaced this for reading, D.
When I was young,
a one-winged bee became a guest
aboard my brother's plastic yacht.
I pampered him for days with flower heads
till someone sank his berth in Mrs' Hillard's pool.
His corpse caused tidal waves.
My fingertips launched lady bugs,
and once,
I saved a stick bug from a knock-kneed knight
who thought he'd found Excalibur-
the late spring hadn't given up its green-
his sword of choice had eyes.
I had the earthworm's back, back then.
Life's smallest movements always fascinated me,
like the slow roll his dic-tion has today.
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Post by David Nelson Bradsher on Oct 6, 2009 16:36:11 GMT -5
Simply awesome!!!
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Post by mfwilkie on Oct 6, 2009 21:27:06 GMT -5
;D
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Post by Jo Lynn Ehnes on Oct 20, 2009 16:55:56 GMT -5
Oh you captured that so well. When we are kids we have bugs as friends and they had meaning, how life changes with age. I can remember when I needed comfort I'd go catch a grasshopper and just sit in the back yard. I enjoyed this very much, Mag.
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Post by Angel Clementine on Dec 12, 2009 4:01:49 GMT -5
Such a fascinating and interesting style, and a poem that puts me into an adventurous state of mine, the way you tell it; like peeping into an "Alice In Wonderland-like" tale. For a brief moment, I am a kid, again, or else hallucinating without the benefit of drugs. *Angel
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Post by birdfeeder on Dec 12, 2009 9:05:19 GMT -5
great ending
"slow role his dic-tion"
every part of it is intereting
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Post by GD Martin on Feb 6, 2010 6:45:17 GMT -5
Maggie,
I had never read this before, until this morning, so that is why my commenting on it is three months late; the one person on this site who responds to my every poem is YOU. That means something to me.
Your poem is interesting to me, and I can relate to it. I regret that I might have been the little boy from whom little girls had to rescue these little creatures. As I grew older, and especially now, I am changed in that respect; because when I read your poem NOW, I can see (or wish to see) my inner child being the crusader. The least I can say is that your poem caused me to think, and creates for me an opportunity to try to forgive myself (maybe I am being too introspective, but thank you, the same). Your poem is worthy of a good title in my opinion. Gary
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