what
is first born calling
add ever, it becomes an all weather response
with opening hands & long drawn sigh, a pregnant pause
but why
is the subversive sibling
making the sound a crunched fireball
ready to be curved-fisted & batty-hurled at great speed
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by De Jackson. Thanks for your visits and comments.
Oh, I LOVE the personification in this. Yes. Sibling rivalry at its best.
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Is WHY the dark side of WHAT? Questions, questions! But I love the accelerative energy of the imagery that tops off the poem. Wonderful word "play" indeed, Grace.
ReplyDeleteClever word play, Grace, as is the juxtaposition in the same stanza of ‘first born’ and ‘pregnant pause’. I love the lines:
ReplyDelete‘making the sound a crunched fireball
ready to be curved-fisted & batty-hurled at great speed’.
Why so much harder... makes me think about Simon Sinek (start with why)--- but that is too much work
ReplyDeleteWait....What? I needa minute...Ummm
ReplyDeleteOh, how I hated that "whatever" spit from derisive pre-teen lips.
ReplyDeleteAgain, I don't know why they are listing my comments as anonymous. That above comment was from Judy D-B.
ReplyDeletePlayful in form and meaning. Nice!
ReplyDeleteVery clever, I can see this world play...playing out!
ReplyDeleteYour imagery brought both to life. The "why's" are intense, deserving of response.
ReplyDeletehad to read it a second time to enunciate! well done ~
ReplyDeleteA home run, grace. There seems to be a mother theme running through everyone’s quadrilles. Interesting…
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Oh, wow! Boy, you hit it out if the park with this one! What an amazing write, Grace.
ReplyDeleteAs first born of three females, I totally relate to your poem! Brava, Grace.
ReplyDeleteCleverly written!
ReplyDeleteI love this, Grace. So clever!
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