My Art Thursday response to Mr. Mobbs post last week.
This one was especially difficult as I am currently putting all my caring into my litle sick bunny, and Rick has included several very powerful positive images from my childhood: reading, nature, an old tree, dragons, clouds; that conflict has left the following pitiful effort to come out of my head:
Jayme wanders through the woods
past trees and streams, no rush.
Slowly up the gentle rise
the clearing opens up.
The leaning tree amidst the grass
provides the perfect spot,
to sit beneath the clouds and sun;
he waits to read his book.
A multitude of wonder tales
a gift from Gramma Moon,
he stretches out his barefoot toes
and opens up the tome.
The world beside shivers in wait
only words upon a page.
Creatures not yet ever born
on imaginations soared.
The dragon wonders is he the one?
Leans in with words of love
and whispers in the young boys ear
Read…us…to life.
Pessimistic Idealist 
nice. and i love the last line. that is wonderful, excxeptional.
oh, i’m not used to being called mister. rick will do just fine.
By: rick mobbs on May 13, 2008
at 7:28 pm
excxeptional. kinda like it.
By: rick mobbs on May 13, 2008
at 7:48 pm
Beautiful poem. The rhymes and delicate flow of words took me on a gentle ride. Very nice. You ended the poem in a great way, as if the dragon does exist in some kind of reality.
By: mariacristina on May 16, 2008
at 7:16 am
Fucking hell. Now I gotta call my mom and tell her how much I love her.
By: angryballerina on May 16, 2008
at 10:16 am
U hit this one on the spot mon! It’s like (and this is not gay, not that their is anything wrong with that), but it’s like you were whispering into Rick’s ear when he was painting.
I hope all is well with you my friend.
Peace,
By: misterbooks on May 17, 2008
at 9:41 am
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