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
April 27, 2019
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9 comments:
Good job on the two liner Annell! Thank yiu for posting.
The thought of that little cap (being rained on or in a casket) hurts.
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.
The two liner spoke volumes!
So much left between the lines in that two-liner
Your two-liner is haunting and poignant ... and I long to know the rest of the story.
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/
Two lines that carry so many tears, so much heartbreak.
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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