To The Silent Guardians of Metamorphic Me

for my parents.. they may not be superheros, but they did all they could. and one way or another, they taught me to be the person i am today.

 

I am a pliable state in the constant fluxing eclipse

of this forever ambiguous metamorphic me

the sleight of hand quick change chameleon

 

I’m stepping on powdered stones in battle array

guiding this bow-legged battalion drummer

to where ever the weary warrior may stray

 

searching far and wide over the fields of life

for a little slice of sweet apple happiness

my fair share of the inner peace pie

 

And I hope you take some solace in knowing

I am content in my pace on the graph and grid line

Of this point in time and my measured growth

 

There’s nothing lesser than me I would sacrifice for

And nothing more I wouldn’t try to reach for

‘cause you have taught me I am somebody worth fighting for

 

you gave me the will and determination to soldier on

you gave me a compass so no direction is wielded wrong

you gave me pieces of you to temper my mold

 

thank you for making me whole-

 

my champion whittlers carving wings through the night

so I might take flight in the rising sun of my day

 

my poetic guardians of the fragile soul

cradling my heart like it was your own-

 

I love you for you

I love you for me

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

What sweet and highly intellectual tribute to your parents...

searching far and wide over the fields of life
for a little slice of sweet apple happiness
my fair share of the inner peace pie


this part is so precious for love cause just like apple pie, love and understanding of parents should be as natural as that fresh baked pie.

my champion whittlers carving wings through the night
so I might take flight in the rising sun of my day

my poetic guardians of the fragile soul
cradling my heart like it was your own-

I must say these two stanzas left me speechless as they are the most heartfelt words someone could say to the two most important people in there raising.

[Pax Analog]

Excellent! Echoing what was noted below, I do hope you shared this with them. You are fortunate to have such kind, wise guardians, and they are fortunate to have such a bright appreciative daughter.

Typo in the title; correct to "Guardians."

All the lines of your fine poem are strong, and I particularly like the juxtaposition of "pliable," "fluxing," "metamorphic," with "will," "determination," "soldier on," "temper," "mold." This speaks volumes for your healthy upbringing, since such growing malleability blended with sturdy strength is of the essence for true strength, dynamic, yet stable.

This is a fine, flexible, strong poem that performs what it refers to -- good work!

[just is]

I think this is a wonderful and touching dedication to your parents, filled with devotion and sincereity and love.

[Rain]

I would wrap that poem up and put it under the tree. It will be the best gift they could receive. Beautiful. Rain..