Poems that pursue the horizon from past to present and poems created for NaPoWriMo 2017 |
“Two-ty toot two” … Dad would always say at 2:22 each day. I can’t help but see the clock at this hour; He speaks to me from his bell tower. Often as I casually eye the clock, I smile to myself, always a little shock to see 2:22– and think of Dad who daily noted, (a hint sad,) the same passing of time- everyday, Each time, he made it seem like a new unusual event, a psych; He and I, we both knew the truth; I played along, wistful coy youth Besides, it was more fun that way and he expected me to play. His blue eyes would twinkle, his grin wore a lopsided crinkle, but always sincere and serious and yet, subtlety mysterious; as if he discovered an ocean and loathe to share the notion- his secret. Dad, I look for those silly two’s; “Two-ty toot two….” sends new treasured greetings from you. ____________________________________________ Entry: April 22, 2017 Prompt: Two of something, doubleness For: Dew Drop Inn Poetry Workshop Form: Stanzaic Syllabic Meter: 8,9; not consistent Rhyme Pattern: aabbx,etc; irregular Comentary ▼ Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.~~Robert Frost |