To the One

To the One

A Poem by Crowley
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They grow up so fast...

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To the one who ate what was put in front of him

And played solitaire for hours at Grandmas house

Wondering if fathers were a painted figment

Imagination run rampant with the need for touch

 

To the one who hop scotched delicately

Drawing pictures of hearts and families unbroken

Finding the path with small hands and no compass

Navigating shark infested waters with floaties and a stick

 

To the one who spat in conventions mouth

Writing rulebooks inked in common sense and not dogma

Walking lines that broke left to lifes bounties

Using the muddy shoes to plant grapes for wine

 

Finding self is a task best left to the fates, they'll ring you

Flexing muscles of the heart and soul intuitively

Provides a verdict that rings with freedom and light

Blissfully aware that neither place or time are the hammer's blow

 

© 2018 Crowley


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Great words and thoughts shared my friend.
"Finding self is a task best left to the fates, they'll ring you
Flexing muscles of the heart and soul intuitively
Provides a verdict that rings with freedom and light
Blissfully aware that neither place or time are the hammer's blow"
I love the above lines. Real life and true. Thank you Crowley for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 6 Years Ago


Crowley

6 Years Ago

Thank you for reading my poetry. I feel pretty dang special to have 4 reviews from you this morning.. read more
Coyote Poetry

6 Years Ago

Was my honor. New job, getting use to the hours. Catching-up and you are welcome.
I only have one, but I run a small daycare and find that they do grow up too fast. Such a poignant piece and beautifully expressed!

Posted 6 Years Ago


Crowley

6 Years Ago

Thanks Kelley, great to have you stop by!!
Seems so primal that we carry them as infants swaddling and in the end they'll carrying us. Lots to ponder here my friend.....memories

Posted 6 Years Ago


Crowley

6 Years Ago

Thanks Q....I am missing my older ones already, and trying to enjoy my youngest while I can.
Well those times. It's a lovely poem.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Crowley

6 Years Ago

Where did you go? Thanks so much for the reviews. Sorry I didn't reach out fast enough, we are on a .. read more

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Crowley
Crowley

Phoenix, AZ



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