Growing pains

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 young scholar by Jean-Honore Fragonard

A second offering for Victoria at dVerse. A quadrille using the word poem.

19 responses to “Growing pains

  1. 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.

  2. 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 🙂

  3. 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

I try to reciprocate all comments. If you want me to visit a particular post, please direct me directly to that post.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s