New Poem
In the spirit of Robert Pinsky's poem, ABC, I wrote my own. Well, Tim and I wrote it together. Any help to make the lines flow a little better is greatly appreciated.
ABC
A boy cries despite each futile gasp.
Heavy inside.
Just kindness & love, mom.
No other poem.
Quiet.
Rest, son—tired
under valor
waning.
X = your Zzzzzz’s.
ABC
A boy cries despite each futile gasp.
Heavy inside.
Just kindness & love, mom.
No other poem.
Quiet.
Rest, son—tired
under valor
waning.
X = your Zzzzzz’s.
Comments
There's also an author, I think it was Karl Mead, who wrote a set of "abecedariums" in which each line began with a consecutive letter of the alphabet. My favourite ended with a little statement about a boy who was asked in school what he wanted to be - the last line is "Zorro, because a poet needs a mask"