he was the boy who loved to play.
with his brothers as his best friends,
he was always accompanied. and his father taught them
everything he knew. he was their hero.
in the family,
he was the smile on everyone’s face.
but it all became too much;
with sports and tests
and rules and friends…
have you ever watched the color
drain out of someone?
he had started losing signs of life.
would someone save him,
or was he left to his own?
____
Monday morning
the article read,
“young boy [nearly] drowned
in father’s shadow.”
____
for a while, someone drew the lines for him
but now
“with a notebook and a crayon”
he scribbles down
his own pictures for others
to see where he’s gone.
11.3.06
rcb
Saturday, November 04, 2006
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5 comments:
beautifully done
especially liked that coda
i am always amazed by the way in which sadness/pain can generate beauty
it makes you think....
u write beautifully.....
"young boy [nearly] drowned
in father’s shadow.”
____
for a while, someone drew the lines for him
but now
“with a notebook and a crayon”
he scribbles down
his own pictures for others
to see where he’s gone."
Wow...amazing emotions and description. I like the line 'to see where he's gone.' It makes the poem continue on even after it has ended.
Wonderful. I agree with Floots observation...right on!
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