Generations

Once again, I am posting two poems.  The first poem is for the Few Miles prompt of 'Mother' for the February Haiku-a-thon.  The second poem is a Brisbane Sonnet, which was penned for both the Poetic Asides' Sonnet Forms Challenge and for Theme Thursday's photo prompt.

Illustration by J. C. Leyendecker

no words can describe

the wonders of a mother

but hugs do nicely

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The Old Garage By My Grandfather’s House, Revisited

The old garage by my grandfather’s house

had been chained; locked up for years, since he died.

When I was young, I used to play in there.

My memories from then are of strains of Strauss

and his old blue Buick.  Also inside

were buckets of paint.  A thousand, I’d swear.

Each bucket represented a spectrum

of hues which complimented Strauss’ airs.

I’d bang on those paint-splashed lids with lead tools,

pretending they were made of electrum*.

My grandfather’d smile, as if answered prayers

were Buicks, noisy kids and paint cans jewels.

~

I turn the key, open the doors…and stare:

a thousand paint cans are still sitting there.

 ~

(*Electrum is an alloy of the precious metals gold and silver.)

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