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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
otherwise




Michael A. Wells



5 comments:

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

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

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  3. Clever write - excellent stuff

    Anna :o]

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

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