jillypoet: mom trying to write

Each day I wish I had invented waterproof sticky notes (for shower inspiration) or pen-friendly diapers to get down all my quirky thoughts that I am sure are relevant and publishable. And so God (actually another writer-mommy) sent me The Blog.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Peel Your Label

My son exhibits
symptoms, tell-tale

deficits
............of attention.

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4 Comments:

OpenID maureenpoetryblog said...

that is a spectacular metaphor, him as movie house with torn seats and flapping reel to reel. i know how you struggle with figuring it all out -- and writing about it. i'm proud that you found the courage to. :) the poem also nicely shows the mom present and following after and trying to mend. it moves.

12:47 AM  
Blogger Linda Jacobs said...

This took me right back to when my son was in grammar school and having difficulty reading and spelling. It was so frustrating because I coudln't fix it.

Take heart. Today he's a corproate pilot and he still can't spell worth beans!

LOVE your poem!

8:24 PM  
Anonymous Nathan said...

Great manipulation of lines. Everything here works to get at the sense of the poem. Really great.

8:32 PM  
Anonymous My long range yacht said...

I love this poem. So simple, yet encompassing so much meaning within its carefully cultivated lines.

1:16 PM  

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