…a three way tie this time between the 3 poems that were submitted! 🙂 Cool! Here are the 3 winning entries for the last Poetry Challenge, with 4 votes each.
Astounding the assemblage, auto parts,
tools, tires, all sorts of mismatched, unused things.
How odd the memory this junkyard brings:
Am I someone unloved, cast off, whose heart’s
desire is simple? Give me daily bread,
and in the giving, share your kindness. Touch
me at my depth. I fear there isn’t much
to me, that what my father, back then, said:
“Nothing but skin and bones, a skeleton,”
is true. He spoke about my weight, but all
I heard was “Nothing,” and I took a fall
in confidence. Then he and I were done.
Well, so it seemed. Relationship of rocks
made pleasing him impossible. I tried.
O, did I try…but couldn’t. Yes, I cried
so often, wondering about the clocks
that seemed to stop. We didn’t talk for years.
2009 lung cancer claimed him. We
both wrote, so had fun sharing poetry.
I wonder still if he knew all my fears.
Astounding the assemblage, parts of life
that color where we go and what we do.
I want to hear a songbird sing, dove coo,
instead, sometimes, hear dissonance of strife.
It was so smooth to the touch
built with talent , patience and such
a family prize , passed down with pride
it was sleek , fast , a dream ride
astounding assemblage indeed
had every thing our baby needs
this carriage was a century old
smoothly down streets it rolled
the time will come sooner or later
I wait for the day we pass it to daughter.
And from Eunice:
I was new at this
I had no idea where to start
All I felt I could do was wish
To become the best by following my heart.
I went up and down the rows
going through the astounding assemblage of colored beads
Can I really make this, who knows
who knew they would be called seeds.
So seed beads come in different sizes from tiny to even smaller
Did I tell you she had so many to choose from
I did not know how many times I would need to call her
I hate learning something new, it seems to always make me feel dumb
So with a few classes under my belt
I begin to bead with abandon
I pricked my finger so many times there is now a constant welt
Time to get my BLUE TRAY out and for me to lay my astounding assemblage of beads on!
Thank you all for your poems! 🙂