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MY POEM, MY CHILD


Conception and perception swell 
til my poem is born, squalls at its own thin skin.  
Happiness! This is how art begins, a verse 
to nurse, to rock, as wonderment slowly opens. 

Soon, a stanza toddles, uncertain of where to go.
See the twinkle, the peek-a-boo dimple, the stubborn 
try-try again?  Hear the burble, the wail, 
the fumbling whimper, the haunting murmur?

The imp is mothered, though not smothered 
with too much affection or too much pride. 
Love urges exploration, evolution, 
as the poem grows, dares to climb and reach,

and though wayward, I kiss its uplifted cheek, 
send it to school, where great numbers 
will teach it a thousand concepts, a thousand 
possibilities; it may squirm on its seat,

scrape its knees, stammer, develop a crush,
stand all alone while the well-meaning ridicule,
then laugh at its own absurdity, bravely change,
rearrange itself without my permission

as it matures, outthinks me and leaves.
I gift it independence, never overprotect.
It will pack its bags and find a lonely reader,
who will circle words, add question marks,

a ridiculous curlicue, where there was none,
and six odd words will woo a highlighter,
a last line might be underscored,
beside it, a grumble,  Why isn’t there more?

The question will grow, far from the page.
The reader will awaken, pick up a pen,
and though I am dead, long forgotten,
my little poem might grow within him. 





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  1. Date: 5/27/2015 4:37:00 PM

    Back to congratulate you on your poem being selected as POTD Cyndi. I think we all feel that way about our creations and you have expressed it exquisitely! 7
  1. Date: 5/27/2015 4:17:00 PM

    Hi CYNDI.. your work is a fabulous write and an enjoyable read that I really relate too (I see my poems as children as well).. Many congrats your being selected as Poem Of The Day, it is much deserved!
  1. Date: 5/27/2015 2:58:00 PM

    Wow, so deserving of TPOD! Our poems do become like our children...it's wonderful to give birth to them, watch them grow and perhaps make a difference in someone's life. I love every word! Hugs, Rhonda
  1. Date: 5/27/2015 2:46:00 PM

    Wow! with exceptional pen and with exceptional thoughts it's done exceptionally. Congrats on poem of the day. A 7+++, loved always, my lovely friend,bl
  1. Date: 5/27/2015 1:17:00 PM

    Woman....THIS...is exception and SO deserving of POTD. I loved it, Cyndi....Yes, our poems ARE our children, but you really took this analogy to a fullness I would never have thought of. I'm proud of you. Hugs
  1. Date: 5/27/2015 1:15:00 PM

    Congrats on poem of the day! Alexis
  1. Date: 5/27/2015 1:02:00 PM

    I love the images it conjures in my mind. Thank you, Cyndi, for the inspiration, and congratulations on this being chosen as POTD!
  1. Date: 5/27/2015 1:01:00 PM

    I love this, Cyndi! The creative way you likened the birth and growth of a poem to the birth and growth of a child is amazing. Congrats on poem of the day! Love, Kim
  1. Date: 5/27/2015 11:17:00 AM

    So happy to see this one honored as poem of the day!
  1. Date: 5/27/2015 10:42:00 AM

    Love it!
  1. Date: 5/27/2015 9:29:00 AM

    soft explosion of the senses in a loving tone, sis.. more than a POTD!.. cheerios!
  1. Date: 5/27/2015 7:38:00 AM

    No wonder why this poem was chosen poem of the day, Its Exceptional !!! Not to over-protect our poems is a great advice Cyndi. A favourite !!!.Hope you' re cold is better dear.
  1. Date: 5/27/2015 7:13:00 AM

    Congratulations Cyndi on your selection as Poem Of The Day.
  1. Date: 5/27/2015 4:53:00 AM

    Congratulations on poem of day
  1. Date: 5/27/2015 2:48:00 AM

    Wow! It is lovely, that is what poem really is, we nurture and protect it. well penned Cyndi........A M.
  1. Date: 5/27/2015 2:21:00 AM

    Cyndi, Your fifth and sixth stanzas were so amazing in this wonderful insightful display of what poetry is and means to a poet, with a superb ending. Outstanding! 7
  1. Date: 5/27/2015 1:35:00 AM

    Wow! wow! wow! this is awesome. well penned!--------G7. Poem of the day-congratulations.
  1. Date: 5/26/2015 2:26:00 PM

    all of its aspects with hope branded upon its cheek! ... The color thing, is just a snare mere mortals get entombed within. I mean, no one has ever chosen their flava. So, the coloring is simply dim lighting or brightened.
  1. Date: 5/26/2015 10:41:00 AM

    Wow! Poem really are our babies, so to speak... we protect them and help them to grow and develop.. Cyndi I love this poem, saving it to my favorites.
  1. Date: 5/25/2015 7:07:00 PM

    that's such a lovely way to put it, we all leave something behind when we go and i'd like to think these poems are everlasting.. enjoyed this one:) .. *always, S.K.A.T.*
  1. Date: 5/25/2015 3:08:00 PM

    This is one of the best poems I have ever read! So very clever! Wow! Adding to favorites!
  1. Date: 5/25/2015 2:39:00 PM

    A smart and clever write wraps this compelling story and sets the stage for a potential sequel.. What will the reader do?!?
  1. Date: 5/25/2015 1:49:00 PM

    Such a sweet poem, Cyndi! Very awesome, and lots of creativity in this one. Very well done! L&H, catie :)

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