Saturday, April 27, 2019

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Children at Play

The boy in the sailor cap
Mourners gather in the rain

April 27, 2019 

withrealtoads.blogspot.com/In a Station of the Metro

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Go West

The exact direction unknown
Yet, I travel west
Follow the sun
Through the shadow of the valley

Each has his own journey
Much will happen along the way
Keep your eyes on the horizon
Celebrate each sunset

The journey could be long
It will happen as it happens
There is no preparation you can make
That will make the journey easier

If you had it all to do over
You would probably do it the same
Life is but a rodeo
Ride the bull until the bell rings










9 comments:

tonispencer said...

Good job on the two liner Annell! Thank yiu for posting.

Magaly Guerrero said...

The thought of that little cap (being rained on or in a casket) hurts.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

There is a whole story in those two lines. Well done! In the second poem, I like the idea of riding the bull until the bell rings.........wait! what's that sound? Smiles.

Namratha said...

The two liner spoke volumes!

brudberg said...

So much left between the lines in that two-liner

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Your two-liner is haunting and poignant ... and I long to know the rest of the story.

Elizabeth said...

Love the two liner, and want more of the story. West, color of unknown, yet we are all headed there, whether we like it or not. So much to be learned riding that bull, like balance and the rhythm of days turning into years. Really like your words, Annell, your images call up both memory and questions.

Elizabeth
https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2019/04/27/old-but-new/

Susie Clevenger said...

Two lines that carry so many tears, so much heartbreak.

Kim M. Russell said...

What I like about your two-liner, Annell, is that it leaves me with questions, imaginaing whether the boy in the sailor cap is a mourner or the one being mourned, which leads to further questions. The rain makes it all the more poignant.

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