Sunday September 27th, 2009

The exercise:

Alright, I've been wanting to do this one for a while.

Head over to Scriptor Senex's fantastic Words, words, words (and phrases) blog and have a scan through the archives. Now choose one word (or phrase) to use as the topic of your poem or prose today.

Mine:

His name was mud

The boy with the crooked smile
And a wholesome, earthy style;
You know the one I speak of -
Far more peaceful than a dove?
His name was Mud.

He was never taught the way
To be sharing while at play.
He simply knew from the start
To act and speak from the heart -
‘Twas in his blood.

Other kids were not so kind,
Aimless anger made them blind.
Oh the hell they put him through,
Since from their warped point of view…
His name was mud.

But the boy became a man,
Trained as a monk in Japan;
Learned how to heal just by touch,
And showed the world there was much
To learn from Mud.