Poem Tryouts: Some Things Never Grow Old

28 Jul

2:34 p.m. — San Antonio

No time to listen, but hold this space.

Hi, everyone. I don’t want to say I forgot I had a post to write today; more like, it didn’t appear through the fog until now. Another image, to start us.

Insomnia and the Poet

Insomnia and the Poet

Ignore the title, although it’s why I picked the image, originally. That and the blowing bubbles. Some things never lose the magic they held for us in childhood. For me, it’s blowing bubbles and Crayola crayons. List the things which for you still hold that childhood magic, when you see them. Your poem can focus on an item, itself, and something you want to say about it, or you can write about its magic.

I am missing all of you, but still won’t be able to come around and comment. Any free time is spent in a rather zombified state… although, I may try to come around right now and read last week’s. A plan.

See you next Tuesday for our next prompt.

Happy writing, all.




Posted by on 28/07/2015 in exercises, poems, poetry, Summer


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13 responses to “Poem Tryouts: Some Things Never Grow Old

  1. b_y

    28/07/2015 at 4:31 pm

    Ah, good. (moderate concern)

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  3. julespaige

    28/07/2015 at 4:40 pm

    a haibun mash up:
    An Island Fighting to Age with Grace


    30/07/2015 at 9:12 am


    Little boy’s eyes grow bigger and wider
    magical bubbles go pop with a splutter
    myriad colours charm and enchant.
    Lips to the ring, gentle breath flutters,
    the sorceress dips in the wonderful potion
    blows once again. Small boy’s emotion
    says ‘More Mummy, more,
    and a shower of rainbows
    bursts on the floor.

    Such a simple machine
    a stick and a ring,
    some washing up liquid,
    cylindrical tin.
    What a marvellous thing
    to cause all this joy
    and this magic
    for just one small boy.

    • georgeplace2013

      30/07/2015 at 10:03 am

      It really is magical… even still

      • georgeplace2013

        30/07/2015 at 10:04 am

        Viv, that comment was for your poem – sorry I didn’t tag right.

    • Misky

      30/07/2015 at 11:11 am

      Wonderful. Brava!

  5. georgeplace2013

    30/07/2015 at 10:02 am

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  7. Misky

    30/07/2015 at 11:11 am

    This took a while to stitch together. Things don’t seem easy lately.

  8. b_y

    31/07/2015 at 8:42 am

    It’s the heat that makes me brain dead. Better late.

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  10. Hannah Gosselin

    02/08/2015 at 9:26 pm

    I miss you too, Margo.

    Here’s a little one…


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