badger11 Posted June 1, 2009 Share Posted June 1, 2009 My son buries my feet in sand with a red spade. The sun unfolds across the sea, a blanket warm with gold. I dream of sleep. He digs. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dr_con Posted June 1, 2009 Share Posted June 1, 2009 Been there ! ;-) Ahh the joys and exhaustion of being dad- a perfect tasty bite! Thanks Badge! Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
badger11 Posted June 1, 2009 Author Share Posted June 1, 2009 Thank you Dr C. Sorry you could relate badge :0) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rhymeguy Posted June 1, 2009 Share Posted June 1, 2009 Loved the form and the picture. With those few words you have given me lovely memories of my childhood and fatherhood. Thanks rg Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted June 5, 2009 Share Posted June 5, 2009 dr_con wrote: Ahh the joys and exhaustion of being dad ... Sure, just ask my father. Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted June 5, 2009 Share Posted June 5, 2009 My son buries my feet in sand with a red spade. The sun unfolds across the sea, a blanket warm with gold. I dream of sleep. He digs. A serene moment. Seems to say, "All is right in the world." Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
waxwings Posted June 5, 2009 Share Posted June 5, 2009 I concur. In my case it will be a grandson as well in a year or two. Funny. I have a poem something like that. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
badger11 Posted June 10, 2009 Author Share Posted June 10, 2009 (edited) How meaning solidifies around consensus, how childhood defines our understanding of the world! many thanks everyone badge Edited June 10, 2009 by badger11 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted June 14, 2009 Share Posted June 14, 2009 badger11 wrote: My son buries my feet in sand with a red spade. The sun unfolds across the sea, a blanket warm with gold. I dream of sleep. He digs. This is materpiece badge. The poem is covered with a style, sound, and all of that what makes a real quality poem. Im impresed. Aleksandra Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
badger11 Posted June 16, 2009 Author Share Posted June 16, 2009 Thank you Aleks. I was on holiday with my family when I wrote this, far away from the sea, in a wooded area - but trees often make me think of the sea badge :0) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted June 16, 2009 Share Posted June 16, 2009 Hi Badge, This is brilliant! I love the color, the texture, and the vivid contrasts.. I was touched in a way that only a child can touch. Magic~~. Cool nonce form, I couldn't match it with any verse forms that I have documented so far. Septet made up of syllabic lines 2-4-6-8-6-4-2. Something like the Diamonte only strictly syllabic or the Crapsey Cinquain with an extra 10 syllables in 2 extra lines. Maybe this should be called the Badger Septet. (Sorry, couldn't resist. But that is how verse form happens. We just need to get a few thousand others to use the same frame and a new verse form takes center stage. ) I love it! ~~Tink Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pawn shop Posted July 7, 2009 Share Posted July 7, 2009 Cute....with contentment. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted July 11, 2009 Share Posted July 11, 2009 Hi badge, The contrast between the immediacy of the child's action - there's sand, a red spade and his father's feet. Why not use them all? ;) - and the adult's more abstracted taking in of the colours of the sun on the sea, is brilliant! A meeting of two aesthetics. Warmth, resignation and an acuteness of sensibility makes this a great read. goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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