POEM: Wreck Of The Very Dear
This 25 word poem was made from the poem at the bottom, one of two featured on this month’s CPC Pick Apart poetry challenge. The poem is one I wrote a couple of months ago. Then there is another of nineteen words made from the second poem on the challenge.
WRECK OF THE VERY DEAR
Odysseus plied his paper transformation.
Blindness struck, wreaking great havoc.
Mighty rips capsized the ship.
Tears rained.
Drenched in desolation, desperation,
Hera discovered a lifeboat…
Copyright July 30th 2013 RGD
HERA’S HERO
In ancient legend Hera’s love
shown down on him from up above
while brave Odysseus plied his way
through threats encountered day by day.
During his quest her blindness struck.
when faced with immortal bad luck.
As mad Medusa’s spell was cast,
Hera could not see his ship’s mast.
He on his voyage sallied forth.
Her tears rained south as he sailed north,
wreaking great havoc on his path.
Her hero drenched in sorrow’s bath.
Hera’s soul knew desolation,
until, in love’s desperation,
she cast a paper transformation
on the surface of the ocean.
Reaching down from heaven’s gate,
Hera grasped firm upon their fate:
she tore the paper cover up
and pulled to find her loving cup.
Odysseus was thus tossed out
when his ship capsized on its route.
A handy lifeboat saved his day,
but it kept moving the wrong way.
When Hera’s godly fingertips
felt the goal of her mighty rips,
her great heart lept with divine joy
and he became the first boy toy.
But soon anon she put him back
to ride his tiny questing track
on new watercourse untattered.
She had discovered that size mattered.
Copyright May 18th 2013 RGD
FORMATIVE YEARS
A mother’s love:
always apparent,
with kindness transparent.
Both clearly loved,
both raised well.
Job suited her.
Encourages peak effort.
Fine inside.
Budding.
When I was young my mother’s love
was always quite apparent.
We both could see it in her eyes;
her kindness was transparent.
My sister Randi was just five
when our dad deserted.
So mother raised us both herself
with effort well concerted.
Oh, motherhood is not a job
that’s suited for the weak.
A mother’s love encourages
parenting at its peak.
No single incident stands out
in those fine thirteen years.
Well maybe when my snakes got loose,
which drove her near to tears.
I felt so bad I’d frightened her,
but she did not berate,
insisting that I take them out
inside a mesh-topped crate.
She let them stay in the garage,
rather than sack the lot,
Her budding herpetologist
was clearly loved a lot!
Oh, motherhood is not a job
that’s suited for the weak.
A mother’s love encourages
parenting at its peak.
Copyright May 9th 2013 RGD
Wow .. Both are just awesomeness as have not read bottom one on Blog yet .. Hugzzzzzzs Now .. :love: :love:
So very eloquent and creative! Thanks so much for sharing your friendship and your wisdom and your creativity with us in such wonderful ways! :love: :love: :love: