The exercise:
Write a four line poem about: the man who wouldn't stay.
I am enjoying my Friday/Saturday pairings. I don't know if that will become a regular thing or not, but I'm liking it for now.
Wedding was good times. We left Max with Kat's parents, heading out just after 2pm, and didn't get back home to pick him up until nearly 10pm. That was the longest we've both been away from him and he seemed to do really well with it.
He was even very nearly asleep when we got there, so that's an interesting development as well. He's never gone to bed at night for anyone besides Kat or myself. Maybe it's time to give that a try.
Mine:
A nomadic soul
From tip to toes,
When he is moving
His spirit glows.
2 comments:
My guess now is that he wouldn't stay because she wouldn't leave....
Sounds like Max is growing up in other ways as well then if he'll now go to sleep because it's bedtime, and not just because his parents are encouraging him to. He must be more aware of the things in his environment that protect him :)
That's a great little poem with a delightful sense of optimism and whimsy! Perfect for a Sunday (which it is here).
The man who wouldn't stay
I built for you an edifice
Of glass and steel and clay
And put your name upon the door...
But you're the man who wouldn't stay.
Greg - hah, that's a fine guess!
Hmm, that almost feels like the beginning of a story. A very interesting, full of many possibilities story.
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