| Commentary and Philosophy Poetry posted April 21, 2014 |
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To Jess, my pre-teen granddaughter
Rainbows and Crayola Boxes
by amada
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What does poetry mean to me, you ask? granddaughter? I must say, poetry makes me fly... "How, Grandma, how?" she asks. I can go up and see a rainbow... when she is dressing up! "How, how you can see it? Grandma, please..." ... She is curious now... You see, Jess, poetry opens borders-- there are no lines... "But how does she dress up? Grandma, how, pronto ..." Oh, females and dresses! Simply, child, she just borrows some colors from a crayon box! She opens her big brown eyes, grins and exhales.... "Ohhhh..." That's what poetry is to me, child. I borrow colors, and images and love, blend them all in a big bathtub! |
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