Open Poetry #10 |
in response to Blondie's "hat" challenge |
joy hester Junior Member
since 2000-09-21
Posts 10 |
Blondie, as you know it, now I wear the hat of a poet. NOW here's the hats of my life: When I was small, my life was great. I grew up in many states. I wore the hat of an army brat---- but it fell off when I was 10; when my mother left, my life would begin. My father cried, stayed drunk in his room, I cooked and cleaned, my childhood loomed. My sister and brother were so little then- I was their ma AND pa to them. As I put my teenage hat on tight, I was wild and free, stayed out all night. Didn't do drugs, though I could-who would care? I made it through by the hats that I'd wear. Hats of sadness, masks of gladness. In a sense- I wore the hat of pretense. Smiling in school, making all A's; Crying at home, stuck in a daze. Now I am older with new hats on my head- I'm a wife, a mother, a friend, I tread lightly on the fact that I play these roles, I'm scared I might squash someone's soul. I'm sure there are many hats to come, Some old, some new, some boring, some fun. When the time comes to take my last breath- I'll wear my final hat- the hat of death. |
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Blondie Member
since 1999-08-06
Posts 307Ohio |
Loved this Joy! You did some excellent work here~Thanks for accepting the challenge you are one of the few who did. By the way my mom's name is Joy |
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ggrn3 Member
since 2000-08-17
Posts 433Nahunta Georgia U.S. |
Joy Boy!!! This was awesome. I thought you said you could not rhyme. This one seemed to flow quite fluently. Oh, the many hats you have worn and you expressed it so elegantly here. Great job, excellent poem. Garfield |
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