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Maturity

MATURING Yesterday, I plunged into a whisper. The fiery red marquee that blasted my existence disappeared, Like a B-film star at the Oscars, And only a faint shadow obscuring its source remained. Today, I began to climb a mud puddle, Sweating brown slime and panting organic putridness Like a Ferrari submerged in flood waters Needing to be recognized as a treasure hidden by an unnatural disaster. Tomorrow, I will rest on a bucking bronco, Riding the turbulence with ease and poise Like a skater glides across smooth, glassy ice Experienced and unfazed by the bumps that once threatened to unseat me. April 26,2016 Entered in free verse, judged 5/2

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Constance La France

Date: 4/29/2016 11:06:00 PM

Cindi, I really like where you took this poem, just wonderful phrasing and lines, I am loving this 7 ~

Cindi Rockwell
Date: 4/30/2016 8:24:00 AM

Thank you so much! I enjoy your work as well.

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 4/27/2016 1:14:00 AM

Cindi, I live in the yesterday. I like how you describe Maturity ... I also like the pattern of, yesterday, today, tomorrow. It might seem like a memory, but it's always there... I have a soon to be 5 years old granddaughter. She calls me grandma kid.... lol... I climb trees... Anyways, I enjoyed. Linda

Cindi Rockwell
Date: 4/30/2016 8:23:00 AM

Thank you. I find myself jumping between maturity levels on any given day, but I strive to roll with the punches! Thank you for your comments!

Old Man Emu

Date: 4/26/2016 4:03:00 PM

Great write Cindi, enjoyed the read, love the Ferrari submerged in flood waters. Regards, Craig

Cindi Rockwell
Date: 4/26/2016 4:08:00 PM

Thank you!