Journeys shift imperceptibly,
dispensing time-released changes
noticed as they build into
an empty nest around me.
Journeys shift drastically,
creating chasms of before and after.
The serpent on your belly
uncoils longing and release.
You wax into a woman,
open and unafraid.
Come sit beside me.
Tell me of a time when you were young.
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This is a poem in 55 words, written for my daughter TL as she grows up too quickly. Thank you to G-Man for the inspiration to write a poem in 55 words. Check out other 55 word pieces of flash fiction and poetry at Mr. Knowitall’s Friday Flash 55.
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AWESOME! The words couldn’t be anymore beautiful..
Sunday Hugs xox
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Oh, this brought a tear…reminded me of times with my mother when I was growing away. I really love your writing.
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Thank you for the compliment, Lydia, and for connecting with the daughter. Dang, I’m getting old. 🙂
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Brenda…
Faster than you can imagine!!
I really liked your 55 My Friend.
My 25 year old lives in Istanbul….:-(
My 21 year old is still at home.
Cherish yours while you got em!!!
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick ASs Week-End
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Thanks Galen. It’s zooming by… We just helped our 23 year old move back to Montana from Ohio, Yay, Jules is home!
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yes – they grow up way too quickly…mine are 17, 19 and 20 now…open and unafraid – i like – that means you’ve done a good job with raising her..smiles
did you let your daughter read the poem..?
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Claudia…Thanks for the compliment…it was my goal to raise her independent. TL has been unafraid since the day she was born. 🙂 She is a different bird than I, yet the same. Love runs deep. She hasn’t read the poem yet, but will when she slows down a bit. I imagine the last stanza will bring a big smile.
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nice…this hasa great feelto it…the serpents uncoling makes for a great image as well…nice 55…
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Thanks Brian…the serpent is the crux of the piece for me, it changes everything.
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I still remember how shocked I was after moving out that my mother would feather her empty nest with all kinds of activities – like scuba diving and kayaking.
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Thanks for stopping to read, Alice Audrey. The idea of feathering my nest is a nice one. There are only three years of highschool left for our youngest. !
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