February 20, 2010
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All-of-Five and Friend
Michel got me thinking about writing a poem about my grandfather's chair, but as I began to compose it, a photo someone had sent me of a little girl with an elephant wouldn't leave my mind. The chair became her stool; the poem went another direction. I love writing poetry. I never know where it will take me.
All-of-Five
ringlets galore
leans, one tip-toe just touching ground
from a circus-red stool
firmly into the side
of a sedately seated pachyderm
cheek pressed
arm hugging round
as far as it will go
best friends-styleThe field they gaze so intently beyond
is wide and bare
homes at the far side
the kind of place where traveling shows
stop for a while
What dreams trapeze
between beauty and her beast?2/20/2010 Cheri Neuman Herald
Comments (10)
I admire those who have a gift of poetry. Thanks
"What dreams trapeze
between beauty and her beast?"
I like your poetry and those two verses . As you say, the chair , the elephant and the little girl took you to a kind of realm where the things always are changing and swinging , like a trapeze...of dream .
Love
Michel
@fauquet - Thank you for the inspiration. As a little girl, I used to talk with my animals and share my secrets. I pretended they talked back, too.
very evocative i can so completely see that in my minds eye, it feels like something i *Have* seen. most beautiful Cheri, one of your best ever????
writing poetry is wonderful thing...you did so good !
ryc...we never think such intelligent do ...but need change our head of common sense...
@loopdeloup - Thanks, Lucy. I can never tell if I have adequately painted the picture until I get feedback.
''Wow, an eloquent style of writing, as if painting the photograph into Our Imagination.
AMEN''
Beautiful....
Like the thought of dreams swinging between the little girl and the elephant..liked how you expressed that
Lifejunkey
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