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Merlin, And The Seven Year Old Boy
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Merlin, And The Seven Year Old Boy |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
 Merlin, and Boy-Painting by American artist- Scott Gustafson. Small bed, Cotton sheets Thin rays Dawn sun Through open drapes. * A boy that's seven Hardly pauses As he wiggles Through the crack That splits The world Of sleep, And wake. * Once conscious He questions All adult answers With a why? * "Why the blue in Touch me nots?" "Why do turtles Eat up bugs?" Not to mention, Why Sometimes That Mud turns soup And feels so wet de-luscious As it squishes, Soft, beneath Your bare-foot feet? * Days have long legs, Run faster Than a boy can, He tries To win the race, To play- But night approaches- Follows-chases Him towards mom, and home. * Faking a bath, he cheats Splashing water on his face To try to fool his mother- Then jumping-nearly falling. Comatose in bed... Caught! "This joke is not funny" "But I don't feel dirty....." " Wash your ears this time" And other words he dreads, As back to bath, he pokes... * Heaven is a seven, Year old body-- Clean-and cool Between the sheets At the end of the adventure Of a torrid summer day, Then Falling fast asleep. * Merlin guards his cavern gate Sidhe staff in hand, He patient waits The man, ungrown To wake- Guards him While he soundly sleeps.. As Tomorrow is the day he'll teach, The boy to pull a sword from stone. |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
The link didn't work for me, but no matter. My imagination created its own picture. That's the beauty of your poetry. I always see your words. A |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Way cool! Something tells me you summoned your own inner 7 year old boy while writing this... ~L |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Sorry Alison, the picture took time to reach from my photobucket...spilled out somewhere along the way.. It's up now.. Thank you for the nice reply.. "Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Lori You guessed right...The seven year old boy is me.. My female cousin, the same age as me, believed in fairys, and wizards..I told her I couldn't see them...she told me to squint my eyes, and I would see them, and Merlin... I couldn't then, but I can see them now. Peace to you, and to all that you love.. |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
loved your poem, between philosophy and fairy tale, the images are very relevant and sweet like in a dream, imagination rules here, thanks yann |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Sometimes (most of the time), I don't look at pictures until after I've read and absorbed a poem. I like the poem to take me on its own journey. So ... now, I'll go check out the picture. Thanks, ice. |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Where is King Arthur when you need him? |
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rainyday Member Posts 304 Heartland USA |
Ice, Enjoyed this boyhood-charmer.. J |
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