This poem still wears braces
has scraped knees
wears its hair in ponytails,
it skips and
hopscotch;
smiles at rosebuds,
cries in anguish.
This poem dreams of
growing up to be a sonnet, be famous,
to be sung from rooftops
like a summer’s day.
A second offering for Victoria at dVerse. A quadrille using the word poem.
Oh my gosh, you are so creative! What a fantastic opening line: “This poem still wears braces” … That really made me smile. 🙂 … As did this: “has scraped knees / wears its hair in ponytails” … so much fun. Oh, and I love how you set “like” apart … since kids/pre-teens do say that a lot.
P.S. I was picturing Carol Seaver from the title.
Love how you personalize this…hopscotch..cries with anguish..
I could see it. Nice composition, Björn.
Pat
how youthful and blushing these sweet dreams – filled with scrapes and falls, yet the energy to rise – still ….. and become what?? something more …. tangible in breath!
great effort Björn 🙂
Shall we compare her? I think not. She is beautiful in her own busted knees and ponytails.
Yeah! Poem personified in such a perfect way. And isn’t it just like that!
I have seen this little girl… in fact three four of them…my granddaughters! All beautiful and dreaming of being Sonnets and sung from the roof tops!! Beautiful!
Dwight
Growing up to be a sonnet made me laugh. I never grew up that much!
I like the idea of a poem dreaming to be sung.
Ah, one can feel the growing pains, but the aspiration is there to be a sonnet some day. May it be so…
The innocence of yesteryear, time goes by so fast. 🙂
Ah, like that little nod to Shakespeare at the end. We can’t all be sonnets, however…I love this. Cute, clever, quirky, knowing.
Growing up to be a sonnet made me smile ☺️ Such a wonderful personification Bjorn! ☺️
Yes, “a summer’s day….”
I love this one. Lighthearted and witty, made me smile
You’re such a magic wordsmith!
…. and she is already beautiful.
Your little quadrille dreaming of becoming a sonnet made me want to skip – it also reminded me of the Ugly Duckling 😉