I carry a salty plate, hot and buttery,
piled high with Summer’s best corn on the cob —
kernels with a juicy crunch for a lucky towhead guest.
Fresh milk and a boy’s best friend nearby.*
A smile and a wink from the farmer’s wife.
The redheaded charmer, his white teeth
sink deep, chomp their way along each row.
My yellow cobs bright like noon sunshine —
rays of childhood devoured after saying grace.
10/7/2019
Realism Art Poetry Contest
Image #3
*boy’s best friend - his dog
Categories:
towhead, food, imagery, senses,
Form: Verse
I have a new grandson-
born on the fifth of may-
who is just about perfect
in nearly every way.
From the crown of his head
to the tip of his toes,
and back again to
his little button nose.
He has the full compliment
of everything he should-
ten fingers, ten toes-
and of course-
one of those.
He is a little towhead
with eyes of dark blue,
and every time I see him
he can manage something new.
He is my daughter’s son
so he jabbers all the time-
he even seems already
to enjoy a nursery rhyme.
Of course the meaning in the words
is not as yet found-
but he responds to the rhythm
and the rhyming sound.
Perhaps in future years,
he too will write poetry-
but if he does-
I certainly hope-
he’ll do better than me
@2008
Categories:
towhead, birth, grandson,
Form: Rhyme
Peony-pink and blue-gray bubbles float
above the soft sand and cute children’s heads
fragile, reflective, as stories once read
on the stiff breeze over seas and whale boats.
Blue-gray and transparent like plastic coats
encasing dreams and desires instead
Lilliputian compared to earth o’erspread
before the hale hurricane they did gloat.
Beautiful bubbles miniature life boats
above the soft sand and cute children’s heads
drifting, descending, on each small towhead
on stiff breeze over seas and whale boats.
Categories:
towhead, children, nature, places, sea,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme