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Run Run Rigor and Rout
by Max BouilletA daisy under the scrutiny
of awkward little fingers and thoughts:
kissing the petals and
saying yuck. Running from the flutterbies
at top speed and stumbling straight
into mommy's arms.
Scraped knees and wide eyes,
hugging the trees and running for the
puddles. Drenched in love and hope
and puzzlement.
Stepping on the ants. Wondering why
they stop and go and stick to his shoes.
Running from running to running do run run run.
Vivid launches, lunges, near misses, and complete failures.
Fitfully, restlessly roaming the edge looking for the limits
just starting to crave the human choice.
Looking over the line, lean... lean... leaning
(the toes are still in place)
oops fell. Cover the tracks! Cry. Act hurt.
I'm the victim not the criminal!
It's your fault. The line shouldn't have been made
to begin with!
The ditty dat cat made me fall flat!
A half hearted smack on the rear,
and a small fake tear, and then
Run, run, rigor, and rout.
Run, by god, till the sun goes down,
or the sugar runs out. 07/06/2003 Posted on 07/06/2003
Copyright © 2024 Max Bouillet
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 07/07/03 at 03:44 PM such a pleasant read! |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 07/07/03 at 08:49 PM You capture childhood so poignanly... I love the humour, the rhythm, the feel of this. Sigh... I used to be in the child-care business (infants and toddlers were my "specialty") but burned out from all the red tape. This so reminds me of the reason I got into that field in the first place... thank you! |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 07/07/03 at 10:36 PM this furthur impliments my wish and grant for becoming six again. "A daisy under the scrutiny
of awkward little fingers and thoughts:
kissing the petals and
saying yuck." i love it. max, you are such a talent. in the most subtle ways. squee. much love! |
| Posted by Alex Smyth on 07/08/03 at 03:55 AM My son, exactly from start to now 21. Love the last stanza, sooooo testing the limits!(But a good boy:o) |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 07/08/03 at 05:07 PM my daughter is three... you've captured this so brilliantly... this is so imaginative and creative... you have quite a talent... thank you for displaying it here so the rest of us can benefit... many blessings... |
| Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 07/08/03 at 09:49 PM It reminds me of my days as a little one. Especially: "oops fell. Cover the tracks! Cry. Act hurt.
I'm the victim not the criminal!" Thanks for bringing a smile to my face :) |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 07/09/03 at 05:30 PM Delightfully expressed view of the very young. Such energy. Learning more than we realize in all the seemingly haphazard running to and fro.
Was it Mark Twain who said, "Too bad youth has to be wasted on the young"? LOL!! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/10/03 at 12:52 PM Dig that crazy lingo man. Quite the roller coaster ride/read. |
| Posted by David R Spellman on 07/10/03 at 01:49 PM Immediately brought me back to childhood days and all the fun involved. Wonderfully expressed. Thanks for the trip back! |
| Posted by JD Clay on 07/14/03 at 06:05 AM Very amusing piece of work, Max. I like the way it builds into a fascinating tall tale.
Peace... |
| Posted by David Hill on 01/07/05 at 01:31 AM Well done. It speaks truthfully and skillfully avoids too much "cuteness." It hits the right tone for the subject. |
| Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 09/10/06 at 11:48 AM Thanks for the time machine, I just seen my son at 2, quite clearly. Lovely. |
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