(Adventurous and alive
Bold, bouncing, boisterous, baby boy,
Crawled and climbed away from
Daring days and
Early-learning toys...)
Fully
Grown
His
Indolence, he
Joined his jet-lagged, juggling,Kindred,
Lethargic and lively, loving, lion-hearted, listless, losing:
Man is his
Name.
Once was
Passionate and playful; now
Quaking, quietly beneath his quilt; at the
Ring of his rapier alarm,
Shattering silence into shards.
Teetering, trembling,
Unearthed, to undertake these
Very
Weary, wistful, weekday wakenings.
X marks the spot, where his head lay,
Yawning, yearning for the end of the day....
From childhood to manhood is what I take from this poem. I loved how you worked the A to Z!
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Well, this is so good I didnt notice the alphabet first letters till towards the end. Such a good contrast between the wholeness of us as we start out and how we get slowly stuffed inside boxes as we do what we need to do to live. I love it.
ReplyDeleteI am amazed at the form of rythmn of this poem because it's also chocked full of meaning as well. Love it! I could see my son growing up. :)
ReplyDeleteSo much alliterative fun! A lifetime lived in a few stanzas. Clever.
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Haha. For some reason, the bracket of youth and adulthood has me giggling softly. I really enjoyed the last stanza.
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