by Anne Di Baguette
It's very late - though
we don't know it -
for two so young.
Shadows are host
to legions of unborn
friendships. We direct
with the seriousness
and we are naked,
our small toes curl
in new grass.
attest no knowledge
of a lack in anything.
A string of lights, white,
is a backdrop of stars
against sun-weathered wood.
We're painting roadways,
on a dusty Palmdale patio.
Exchanging roles and kisses easily
our minds not yet expanded
to include limits
Posted on 11/03/2008
Copyright © 2022 Anne Di Baguette
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Michelle Angelini on 11/03/08 at 12:21 AM|
Andi, welcome back! Writing this from the pov of 4 yr olds brings back the way we felt when we were young, but in adult roles is a real split. I like your imagery and the use of unexpected words. I love the 4th stanza - what an image you have there before returning to the 4 year old mind in the 5th stanza.
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/04/08 at 03:41 AM|
"Our movements attest no knowledge of a lack in anything." - such a fine capture of this age.
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 11/08/08 at 12:34 PM|
glad to know your quill as yet has the ability to stir and whip up aureoles o'er my soul.
|Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 12/01/08 at 06:01 AM|
I cannot believe this is five years past... The imagery in this brings deep tears to my eyes... I love this so much...
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/14/09 at 03:11 PM|
Great to see this as POTD!
|Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 06/26/10 at 02:59 AM|
as if i didn't want to be a kid again enough as it is. really fantastic piece.
|Posted by V. Blake on 11/07/10 at 04:46 AM|
I have not read you before, Anne, but this will certainly not be the last time I do so. I was really intrigued from the get-go after that title, and you didn't disappoint.
And, just in case you care, I don't think you need the apostrophe in "Shadow's."