I used the original racket
The one my father gave me
All those years ago
When we tried to play tennis
While Skipping stones across the lake
It was good for hitting more than just balls
Rocks bounced off it effortlessly
And I watched the parade of stones
Reaching father as I used more force
Smiling remembering the past
6 comments:
Loved this line
And I watched the parade of stones
Pound, Sunglasses, Wild
Amazing how you wound these 3 words into a story and especially one with such a thought-provoking ending. This is vintage CC.
I liked the sunglasses to shield rolling eyes... I donno, I kinda like to have people see me roll mine :)
Fine work, Clockwork. The thought of skipping stones crossed my mind, too.
Really liked this line: "My cats perched in the windows speaking a secret language to the world outdoors that they did not know at all."
I think it would be awesome to live in harmony and be able to communicate with animals.
Hi Chris! This week's poem really moved me -- your lines "And I watched the parade of stones/ reaching father as I used more force/ smiling remembering the past" reminded me of my dad. Really beautiful. And last week's poem is really nice with the imagery of the birds and your cats sitting watching them.
:)
Loved that you squealed on the sunglass wearers.. and the line that came after it, shame it is so true.
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