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Getting ready to move, and yet another found poem. It’s not dated, but since it was written on notepad paper from the writing center where I used to work it was probably written about three or four years ago. Currently untitled.

my son ate the
stars
and tells me there
are monkeys
sleeping on the moon
I wish I was
free to believe
as he does
maybe one day
soon

For a long time my youngest son did believe that monkeys slept on the moon. I must admit to being disappointed that he doesn’t tell that story any more.

It’s so much fun watching him grow up. But it does, in fact, mean that he needs to grow up.

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The prompt for today’s challenge is to write a poem in which people interact without saying anything. Here’s what I came up with.

Blowing Bubbles

easily made
easily broken
gentle floating
spheres whose
destruction delights
your smile
wraps itself
around my
heart

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A sonnet…

Growing Pains

You haven’t shaved yet. The creeping shadow
has emerged, tracing the line between youth
and manhood. A fine line I cannot slow.
It scares me. Should I help you find your truth?
The little boy I knew, who would take my
hand without hesitating, now wants to
stand on his own. And I just have to try
to step aside, because it’s time for you
to find your own way. Part of me wants so
much for my sweet little one to return,
but even more I want to watch you grow.
Forgive me if I sometimes show concern.
I am already nostalgic for your
future. My dream is for your dreams to soar.

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Sheesh, I haven’t written a sonnet since I was in high school. But that was the chosen form for this challenge. So be it.

Growing Pains

You haven’t shaved yet. The creeping shadow
has emerged, tracing the line between youth
and manhood. A fine line I cannot slow.
It scares me. Should I help you find your truth?
The little boy I knew, who would take my
hand without hesitating, now wants to
stand on his own. And I just have to try
to step aside, because it’s time for you
to find your own way. Part of me wants so
much for my sweet little one to return,
but even more I want to watch you grow.
Forgive me if I sometimes show concern.
I am already nostalgic for your
future. My dream is for your dreams to soar.

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Sevenling (I ran away)

I ran away for the
usual reasons: feeling
unloved, alienated, and alone.

I took with me only the
necessities: clean underwear, dad’s
axe, and lots of toilet paper.

Even nine-year-olds can prioritize.

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Remember how easy things were
back when youth was a liability
and not a fond memory?

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