I wrote a poem for an exercise today. The constraints were thus: The poem will have 55 words; ten in the first line, nine in the second, eight in the third, and so forth. A wispy thing, it reminds me of a fun summer morning too many years ago. I want to share it.
Ten to One for Daisy
With bare hands, you pulled a snake from the lake.
I, from a chair on the shore, watched you.
Another mother whispered, "That can not be safe."
I shrugged and prayed she was wrong.
Your friends shrieked. The snake writhed.
It slithered from your grasp,
splashing at your feet.
You dove in
after it,
fearlessly.
Love it. Happy memory.
Posted by: Bucky | 01/27/2013 at 05:32 PM
Not an image I can forget. Wow. You are so brave.
Posted by: Babajo | 01/30/2013 at 06:29 PM