Sally Eslinger Poet Rhyme

Drawing Your Day

*** DRAWING YOUR DAY ***

Well, wake me, then, before it’s
Time to sleep, so I may eat
Some bites of cheddar cheese 
(A delicious catalyst for lively dreams);

And,too, tell me, please,
Every detail of your day, because I
Will, draw it all — to treat the eye — 
In the corners of a flipbook (at least I’ll try).

I’ll depict you as a tiny stick figure, coming
And going…Even in flight, rising in the sky!
Above clouds.  With a flock of birds — wing to wing;
Returning on through heaven’s stars; angels waving good-bye.

I’ll wake you, then, later when I’m done,
And show how I I pictured the end of our fun:
When, before my leave, we ate slices of bread and cheese,
Praying our thanks for sharing these hours of memories.

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(c) sally young eslinger 11/19/22
Thanks be to God…

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Gershon Wolf November 29, 2022 at 3:28 PM If you can stick to this plan, you can draw me -- except you'll have to add some pounds to the 'stick figure.' This poem is so entertaining, Sally! :) gw

Ann Foster November 28, 2022 at 1:07 PM Beautiful... oddly illuminating... Ann

Michelle Faulkner November 26, 2022 at 11:46 AM I can see the pictures in your words, such as the wings touching and stick figure in the sky - even the cubes of cheese, all of it so tangible~

Deb M November 25, 2022 at 6:13 AM Truly Beautiful poem Sally. Debx

Duke Beaufort November 23, 2022 at 3:13 AM I have to try the cheddar cheese and see if it works for me. Dreams are really amazing insights. Did you read the Forgotten Language by Eric Fromm? He poses that the ancients would consider us to be illiterates when it comes to what dreams can tell us. You are involved with a very special and intricate part of life. I was going to say humanity, but as you point out....dogs dream too.

Victor Buhagiar November 20, 2022 at 1:11 AM Wonderful read. So much imagery. Loved it.

Joseph P. DiMino November 19, 2022 at 5:10 PM "I’ll depict you as a tiny stick figure, coming And going…Even in flight, rising in the sky! Above clouds. With a flock of birds — wing to wing; Returning on through heaven’s stars; angels waving good-bye." Such magical poetry. Outstanding imagery. Blessings, Sally! Enchanting read.

Sara Kendrick November 19, 2022 at 2:13 PM Ahhh!! I especially like the last line. Thanks for sharing this one today. I wonder if a grandchild came to visit. Sara Sally Eslinger November 19, 2022 at 2:43 PM Good to see you again, Sara! No, but I wish I could see our grandkids someday. But that’s another epic. I also checked out flipbook son Amazon, not expecting to find anything, but, goodness, it must be this yr’ big gift idea!Blessings 2 U !

Steven Young November 19, 2022 at 1:54 PM Wow, I like this. There's a paradox in your light-hearted musings touching depths of sorrow. Like a memory that makes you smile, yet hurts a little, too. Cheese dreams--learned something new. I always turn to absinthe. Steven Young November 19, 2022 at 7:34 PM Sally, I will read you more. I really like what you write. And thanks for commenting on my comment, I sometimes think I say too much, but I was a school teacher, and I want people to know not just what I like but why. Sally Eslinger November 19, 2022 at 3:36 PM P.s. I prefer Kailua. My dad would have Tia Maria with his coffee. I’ve never tried absinthe. My Jim gets special white cheddars like CAVE-aged made in VT, for goo. D $at dIs count grocery Aldi’s. You can find that cheese on net. Great stuff! Sally Eslinger November 19, 2022 at 3:23 PM Amazing reader, Steven. R U psychic? The feel of paradox U took away is true, but even I didn’t see it til U pointed to it.Thanks! Today my family gathered 4a mini reunion, always sweet, for a 2nd funeral with the moving of my uncle’$ ashesfromNC to family plot in nPA , sad,near my childhood home. Written right after call from cousin,there. Also I WROTE this poem, as opposed to “taking down dictation from the Address of Poetry,” as usually happens.U gave me an important insight. Thank you! blessings 2 U! sally