Thursday, September 01, 2011

Magpie Tales 80 / Poem: Promises

An hour clocked
in the wet footprints
cast upon past

each fleeting step
measures an instant
a crack     a mother’s back

a broken promise
I will do well in school
I will not stray

trouble will not
be my downpour
raining in some dark alley

hunkered under red
umbrella from showers
there are no guarantees

Michael A. Wells


Tess Kincaid said...

Excellent...I love the incorporation of the children's rhyme...

Michael A. Wells said...

Thanks Tess!

Teena in Toronto said...

Happy blogoversary :)

Michael A. Wells said...

OMG!! I forgot! I knew it was coming up a week or so but then it fell off my radar. Thanks Teena in Toronto

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Clever write - excellent stuff

Anna :o]

Theresa Milstein said...

Ah, the promises we make to ourselves. This was fun to read.