Two Condensed Poems ...just Add Thoughts
Updated on February 24, 2010
Hoodies.
Beneath the
hood of child
the sun beamed warm,
we communed
with puddles,
our toes dancing
in the rain
warmed spills,
responsibility was
non-existant,
and our days
were filled with play.
Beneath the
hood of adult,
shadows of
yesteryears
cloud our view,
and bring back
puddles of tears
for what was,
as we clod leather
shod down the
tedious roads of life.
©-MFB III
In the Folds Of Sails past.
The silly sing-song
chants of childhood
still echo in my ears,
all the fun we had,
and the things we did,
both the innocent
and the absurd.
My best friend
and I built a ship
in the woods
complete with a hold,
and a cabin and a sail,
Oh, how we journied as pirates,
and adventurers in
that ramshackle
structure holding
its cargo of dreams.
I long ago found harbor on
the island of adulthood,
and have been marooned
there ever since.
and my friend is long lost
in the vast ocean of sea you later,
leaving my childhood as the
highest coconut on a palm tree
I am too old to climb.
©-MFB III