Like a rapidly rotating tornado, the boy,
twirls on the ground kicking up dirt.
His imagination is completely
lost in the cumulonimbus
war clouds. Wildly
twisting beheading,
the lilies, with
the swirling
debris of a
plastic
sword.
Not even a grandmothers voice can
penetrate, the tornados deep
rumbling roaring noise. Finally
the warm air that fed the
tornado cools down
from cooler surface
winds, and filled
the funnel with
Kool-Aid air
and cookie
clouds. The
twisters
gone.
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What fun! I have grandboys like that! Love the visual too.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Colleen.
DeleteWowww 💜 I absolutely love the shape of your poem, Vicki 😊 this is gorgeously penned.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sanaa.
DeleteHow I luv this, The world should never be without children
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by my sumie Sunday today
much love...
Thank you, Gillena.
DeleteEnjoyed the form of your poem and your imagery. You have captured something in these words.
ReplyDeleteSmiles.....boys are rather like tornadoes....all that pent-up energy. Loved this, Vicki.
ReplyDeleteWell captured!
ReplyDeleteZQ
Thanks so much.
DeleteThis was fun and wonderful to read - the form definitely adds some zing to the energy of the words, which capture the essence of little boys (and girls too) .... and how moments can be magical!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Pat.
DeleteThis is so very wonderfully constructed and cleverly rendered. I love it!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Wendy.
DeleteThe form is very effective, adding to the imagery that your words wonderfully convey.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much.
DeleteI can't stop giggling at the image of that sweet soul beheading lilies. Terrible, I know. But I can't help it. Children are such sweet and destructive treasures.
ReplyDeleteLove this.
Thanks, Magaly. He's in his twenties now and he did chop off my lilies, lol.
DeleteOh, that's altogether lovely in all sorts of ways; a sheer delight.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rosemary.
DeleteYes a delight...loved the form loved the images.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Cressida.
DeleteSo interesting - form poetry!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much.
DeleteLove the tornado form of writing and line-breaks. The energy and exuberance of youth are just wonderful here. :-)
ReplyDelete-HA
Thank you, Anmol.
DeleteThis was a fun thing... the way we could play... there is something so innocent about childhood.
ReplyDeleteThank you much.
DeleteLikes the image. It adds to the mystery of the young kids, Vicky!
ReplyDeleteHank