A Poem For My Daughter
Within her mind is Cockle world
that hides from truths in fluffy clouds,
with trees of pink and lilac hues,
orange streams and purple views.
Where Lep – Lep roams & rules her land,
fairies come & brothers banned!
Those large brown eyes tell stories too
the ones that love & listen through.
She never pauses or takes a breath,
she roars through life on urgent quests.
But do not think she doesn’t care,
beneath those clouds that crazy hair
is a heart that’s pure, that’s kind & true
that when you’re down will comfort you.
And don’t be fooled that she’s not there,
lost in the clouds above her hair,
for this ones mind is very bright
she’ll dig in deep, she’s always right!
Then back she goes to Cockle world
that hides from truths in fluffy clouds.
Brian Miller of One Stop Poetry is celebrating Spring today!
Nothing reminds me more of spring than that of my daughter, and I couldn't resist surfacing an old poem that I wrote about her quite a way back. When we moved into our house the backyard was just that, a concrete hell. I began to dig it up, clear it out, bring in flowers & shrubs, lay a lawn. The following spring was when our yard became a garden, and that was when our daughter was born too. Now every spring, as the flowers bloom and the sun shines we celebrate not just spring but our daughters birthday too.
Whilst posting this also gives me a chance to revisit the comments that I made about Blogging & commenting earlier this week, after my poem, Alas, for One Shot Wednesday.
The point I so tried to make was I didn't want people to feel they needed to comment on me, just comment because they want to. I also wanted people to understand that I knew how hard it is to try and comment on everyone's work and through my honesty I was hoping that I could give reassurance to those of you that struggled.
This week I read every single poem of One Shot Wednesday, yet only commented on a handful. I managed to do this because I didn't have to write a comment at the end of each, and by doing so I was able to savour and enjoy the poetry that much more.
The thing is though, after having left my views, one kind friend pointed something out to me that I hadn't taken in to account. I wont mention who she is, I will spare her blushes, but she made a very valid point that I had never realised. You see she said that what I was trying to convey may well have been misconstrued and read that I may be saying "I have no time for others poetry!" I was aghast at this, as she knew I would be. I hadn't realised that my comment on another's poem was a comment that was seen as encouragement. The thing is I just see myself as a Blogger sharing his work.
I do read so much poetry and yes it is hard to comment on everyone's work, but I also understand what my friend was conveying and take her wise comments on board too.
Thanks for listening.........Pete