Recess in the Sky
by Laurie Kolp
The tired boy took refuge
under his favorite oak tree,
hit the grass like a napping
pup. Pushing Pawpaw’s lawn
mower through the winter worn
grass had taken much longer
than planned; he was hungry
and tired, but the enticing
sky called his name. Above
a perfect scoop of vanilla
floating in a sea of Jell-O
peeked over Cool Whip clouds
as if teasing his grumbling
gut; or maybe it was a marble,
swirls of blue and white,
a taw lofting through the air
inviting him to play. Funny
how they said his mother lost
her marbles, yet he never knew
what that meant. Maybe they
were floating in the heavens
somewhere over the rainbow,
fading away with her memory.
Big Tent Poetry
Pawpaw. I had to look at your profile to see where you are from. My grandparents were Mamaw and Papaw. Rural Tennessee.
Southeast Texas... my grandmother was Nonna. Great grandmother Nonna B (for Brendel).
Laurie, very interesting images here,
"scoop of vanilla floating in a sea of Jell-O". I have always thought "losing your marbles" was a strange saying.
Very subtle how you evoked poignancy.
Very nice. Thank you. I've always had a thing with oak trees.
That was wonderful!
The most interesting thing to me about this poem is his playful thought about his mom losing her marbles. I enjoyed this.
Oh—I did enjoy the details.
BTW- This boy is the same one I wrote about in the last wordle... and there's more to come, too.
I look forward to the more-to-come, then. I really loved your poem and the pictures it conjured in my mind.
This poem draws one in like the day dream it describes . . . and then the reader comes out of it with sadness at the little boy's wonder. Evocative and well done.
The imagery was beautiful. Loved this.
I feel such a sadness for the boy - there's a part of him that is waiting over the rainbow, but lost for now. I definitely want to read more, since you said there's more to come.
I'm glad there's more coming. This piece is touching and tender - well crafted.
I love how the imagery fits with a child's point of view - especially Cool Whip clouds. Wonderful!
I would never thought as clouds as cool whip. Love the shift in the poem.And how the boy is trying make of his world.
Talented, lovely writing.
Please feel free to share 1 to 3 poems with our potluck poetry today, first time participants could use old poems or poems unrelated to our theme, Thanks..
Love your blog, your poetry is impressive..
Thank you, Jingle Poetry, for letting me know about your site.
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