the way you shift on your toes
when you walk down the hallway
makes me feel as if the entire world
has tilted on its axis
the way you hold your pen
as your write your notes
in swirling, romantic lines as if being played
to rhythmic salsa
the way you bend down to talk
to him with eyes wide open and full of interest
in all things Star Wars, Ninja Turtles and the distance
between Earth and Sun
the way you can sit so quietly
and just think
while my mind rumbles with love
over these small moments
that make up the day.
I can’t see the photo, but the prompt is enough.
I need to jump start my brain as we get back to work today. Everyone’s “routine” no doubt will be upside down….
Try to remember
they are six, maybe seven
on this planet a very short time.
Teach them with love and patience.
A short time remains before we say goodbye.
Until then, Play Ball!
It’s not my poem, but the image brought up one of my favorites, hope this is OK.
Paris 3 – Rod McKuen
I’ve drawn your face
on tablecloths across the country,
tracing your smile
with my index finger,
making your hair just so,
till now you’re more
what I want you to be
than what you are.
I can paint your eyes and say
this is where I lived
for twenty minutes and more.
I order grapefruit
and pay for ruined napkins.
And between the morning and the evening
I draw your face a little fainter every day.
[...] This post was mentioned on Twitter by Bud Hunt. Bud Hunt said: New blog post: NPM 2010: Prompt 5 http://bit.ly/bRBB2r [...]
your movements
bewitch me:
the way you shift on your toes
when you walk down the hallway
makes me feel as if the entire world
has tilted on its axis
the way you hold your pen
as your write your notes
in swirling, romantic lines as if being played
to rhythmic salsa
the way you bend down to talk
to him with eyes wide open and full of interest
in all things Star Wars, Ninja Turtles and the distance
between Earth and Sun
the way you can sit so quietly
and just think
while my mind rumbles with love
over these small moments
that make up the day.
http://vocaroo.com/?media=vjQT0e98dEv205F5b
I can’t see the photo, but the prompt is enough.
I need to jump start my brain as we get back to work today. Everyone’s “routine” no doubt will be upside down….
Try to remember
they are six, maybe seven
on this planet a very short time.
Teach them with love and patience.
A short time remains before we say goodbye.
Until then, Play Ball!
It’s not my poem, but the image brought up one of my favorites, hope this is OK.
Paris 3 – Rod McKuen
I’ve drawn your face
on tablecloths across the country,
tracing your smile
with my index finger,
making your hair just so,
till now you’re more
what I want you to be
than what you are.
I can paint your eyes and say
this is where I lived
for twenty minutes and more.
I order grapefruit
and pay for ruined napkins.
And between the morning and the evening
I draw your face a little fainter every day.
Who says that’s not a poem? One thing I like about poetry is that there can be no rules. It’s ruled by emotion and images.
These lines of yours:
“… till now you’re more
what I want you to be
than what you are.”
– yeah — poetry.
Kevin