WD – Distraction Poem

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Gretchen at playground Monday Afternoon

Park Distraction

Rest stop at the park

Meet 16 year old at late bus
drop off, just the two of us

walking home through neighborhood
distracted by playground equipment
brings back small slice of childhood

 

Robert Lee Brewer asked for a distraction poem as the 425 Wednesday Poetry Prompt. I decided to play with the cherita poetry form again. On Monday, my almost 17 year old daughter wanted me to meet her at the late bus drop off. She is getting to go see Hamilton at Gammage auditorium through her school. However the opportunity requires her to stay after school to learn more about the American Revolution before they go to the play. I honestly didn’t think she would do it, because it meant taking the late bus home and that is outside her comfort zone. Little did mom know she’d ask her to meet her at the bus stop, which is across the street from the elementary school. I haven’t made that walk in years. And yes, when I used to walk down there to pick up the girls after school (all the way back to pre-k), we would stop and play at the park. Over the years, the playground equipment has changed. They didn’t have the duck there when the girls were small.

Birthday Paradelle

Shawn posing as Wolverine

Shawn posing as Wolverine

Birth True Talons

Your true birth name quiz
Your true birth name quiz
Phoenix rises from the ashes
Phoenix rises from the ashes
Birth the Phoenix – name true
From ashes your quiz rises

Snap a photo of yourself
Snap a photo of yourself
Resplendent with huge talons
Resplendent with huge talons
Photo – resplendent talons
With a snap of yourself huge


Celebrate forty-three years
Celebrate forty-three years
Wolverine come out to play
Wolverine come out to play
Out wolverine celebrate
To come years play forty-three

Scratch seven year itch
Scratch seven year itch
Fifty candles shade true self
Fifty candles shade true self
Seven candles scratch fifty
Year – shade true self itch

I took “your true birth name” quiz. No one ever gets my name right and I wanted to see what my true name is – my result: Phoenix. Okay no one has ever called me Phoenix. Then the evil twin took the quiz and got the same result. I replied, identical twins with the same name how will anyone tell us apart? And my hubby asked, Who is Jean Grey? I said, It depends on who claims to be Cyclops. My sister answered, I’d rather be with Wolverine. I said, Me too; but I already have him since my husband is only 5’6″ 😛 and to make my statement true, hubby took a picture of himself with “claws”. I love him. Since tomorrow is his 43rd birthday, I wrote him a birthday paradelle inspired by his photo. Paradelle is the poetic form challenge at Writer’s Digest til March 15th. This was too fun to pass up. Happy Birthday, Shawn!

As for the huge talons – the birthday boy knows where it’s from.