Winsomeness

Winsomeness

A Poem by Dayran
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A child's winning ways

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                                    Ten into two produces a five

                                    An ogive is what protects a space craft

                                    Arts & crafts cultivate a talent

                                    A section is a part of, and not a totem.

 

                                   Trains on rails go clickity clack.

                                   Quack quack go the loons in the back

                                   Reach for the ground with feet held straight

                                   A healthy mind is as important as one's gait.

 

                                  The fishes are big by the mangrove's bay

                                  The birds for the catapult, over by the hay.

                                  The hills in the south make a bandit's hideout

                                  Fruits ripening on trees by the river's edge.

 

                                  Fireflies glitter like the heavens yonder

                                  The moonlight beaming like a friend in wonder

                                  Never a rest from a day of play

                                  Its a winsomeness, not quite papa's clay.

 

                                 Today the child a man to be

                                 Recalls the days of sonny's carefree.

                                 Soon will the child combine charms with lumps

                                 For the flutist, on the wheels of time, doth come.

 

                                Hard to say where fear's to be

                                Both matched to an equal degree

                               'I've come for father's,' smiles the flutist,

                               Responds the boy, eyes twinkling, ' Ti's all mummy's.'              

 

© 2011 Dayran


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Within the word play of this wonderful rhyme are images that clutter the mind of a man my age. Your flow is catching and keeps the readers eye moving at a pace that is inlightened. This is very well writen and something you should be proud of.

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Added on July 31, 2011
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Dayran
Dayran

Malacca, Malaysia



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