Peel Your Label
My son exhibits
symptoms, tell-tale
deficits
............of attention.
Labels: 12 Days of Poetry, fish, scary things, son
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.
My son exhibits
Labels: 12 Days of Poetry, fish, scary things, son
4 Comments:
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.
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!
Great manipulation of lines. Everything here works to get at the sense of the poem. Really great.
I love this poem. So simple, yet encompassing so much meaning within its carefully cultivated lines.
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