It was a tangled day-
sideways angles converging
in mirrored streets.
Sitting in growing heat,
The Park picnic
side of the family
was about to come down, in two's,
from our third floor apartment.
Meanwhile Mother would carry
the other half to the roof top.
My sister's Party would remain.
My Birthday was going.
Green grass, shade,
blanket and bait
all folded in the back.
River, rocks and fish
waiting toe-tappingly,
to be laughed and splashed upon.
9 comments:
great description in that opening stanza...sounds a busy day as well with two big events but then again that could be lots of fun...
All that work will be worth it! Birthday and a Picnic. This was clever.
I liked your use of the prompt as a jumping-off place for a poem about divergence. And personally, I would have gone with you to the river and the fish.
i really enjoyed this one
Wow Izzy!!!
Fantastic......G
Hi I'm here through Enchanted Oak, taken by your comment to her about dealing with your rage, and then this wonderful poem here, from childhood memories I expect. It's good to meet you.
Waiting toe-tappingly...love-love...
Love the opening line-it was a tangled day! Sets up the rest of the poem beautifully! Great write!
Some car rides are worth fighting the traffic jams for. :)
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