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From the Mouths of Babes
by Michael Smith
A nearly bygone bumbler settles upon its berth;
a collapsing wing presents our Triumphant Tommy.
toting treasures from a trip of much tribulation,
he is gratuitously greeted by his Mommy.
The usual query of his day:
"What monsters did you slay?"
"None." replied our hero with dismay,
and he shared his witnessings along his way:
A leader of an emerging tribe of scribes
was not as harmless as was led to believe.
Within the day's documents for dictation,
were craftily woven words of misdeed.
An ongoing gathering of egotistical goblins
yielded a continuous contest of calamity.
They tripped each other on the race t'ward the intangible,
each attached to promoting their own ability.
A fairy foraged fine fruits for her family and friends
only to never be told of their delectibleness.
Such negligence and selfishness left her disheartened
and led ultimately to the food's disappearance.
Within a marvelous and magnificent maze of mirrors,
himself, a wondrous and withdrawn wizard imprisoned.
To him our hero heralded the hammer of humility,
but so fixed was the wizard's self-gaze, he never listened.
"So dear, how would you sum up this day's worth of training?"
said Tommy's mother as she knowingly looked him in the eye;
"Quite frankly, Mom, I think it's Pathetic,"
our routed hero replied with a sigh.
07/31/2006 Author's Note:
I may have penned this, but I don't feel like I wrote it.
This poem is dedicated to my mother who passed away last month. She was a school teacher and would've loved to have written children's books some day.
Thanks y'all!
Posted on 01/16/2010
Copyright © 2024 Michael Smith
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 01/16/10 at 01:09 AM Hahahaha I love it -and you do such wonderful things with wordplay and alliteration -whatever incarnation of you crafted it -well done!! |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 01/16/10 at 02:26 AM i think it's just perfect, considering. :) |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/16/10 at 06:15 PM Delightful in a playfully perverse manner. Thank you! :) |
| Posted by Nicole D Gregory on 01/16/10 at 10:21 PM I keep reading this. I just love it! A day in the life of a little one... oh the angst of real life and make belief in a great drama... so well done and makes the reader smile ;) ~N |
| Posted by V. Blake on 01/18/10 at 07:12 AM Wow. Shame I missed this--but I'm glad to have got to it late at least. This is utterly fantastic writing, Michael. I know exactly what you mean by feeling like someone else wrote your poem for you--I think the same of the poem I consider to be my best. I digress. Gonna go ahead and add this little gem to my favorites. |
| Posted by Amie Golda on 01/18/10 at 09:17 AM Oh this is very clever. Be proud to call it your own, Michael. Though I do often share that feeling upon reading my own previous works. But I guess our souls---and our pens---know better. |
| Posted by Frankie Sanchez on 01/19/10 at 05:31 AM this is amazing and stunningly visual. you should consider writing a children's book. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/19/10 at 12:49 PM Michael. I am sorry to hear of your mother's passing. I love this poem, for reasons having to do with angles, in that it comes at the reader with so many and all having to do with touch, touching and stimulating all the vital and intrinsic organs, soul most of all. |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 01/19/10 at 11:17 PM wow...this is poetry. sometimes i write and think i write poetry. no, this is poetry. your imagination, your vivid mind is on showcase here. some of the consonance and what not...add great flavor to the piece...making it more fun for the reader (ME!). you have gotta be versatile to write this. i'm impressed mate. |
| Posted by Rachel Bennett on 01/22/10 at 04:38 AM The indented section especially is some of the most imaginative stuff I've ever read, and I love the playfulness with which you approach the language. Thanks for an awesome, captivating read! |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 01/22/10 at 06:32 PM This is awesome! Highest marks and favorites bound... Quite a trip on the path of Pathetic. Very sorry for your loss but I know she must be proud of such a tribute from her son!!! |
| Posted by Christine Thibeault on 01/24/10 at 10:17 PM ~Excellent~ |
| Posted by Scott Utley on 01/27/10 at 08:06 PM WOW! From out of the blue, covered with an angel's dust - finest yet, breathtaking - you have conjured the great souls from the 17th and 18th centuries here - ya' know what I mean? |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/28/10 at 02:20 AM I don't know where I was when this hit pathetic. Very well done and yes we need to listen to our children as much as possible. I've always said if you want to know what your children listen to the same music that they do. You don't have to like but you should try to understand it because that is what your children are using for their bible! |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 06/30/11 at 01:19 PM I'm so sorry for your loss, but this poem is a gem in the many works I've read; thanks for sharing it with us. |
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