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Acquiesce
A little boy's wonder
of jumping rock to rock,
playfully racing
gently rushing mountain stream
fill's my heart;
both transparent, both refreshing.
I want to warn
of slippery surface, hard rocks
but his need to explore
silences me.
Watch him focus
on silvery fish,
succeed
in rock's two skip bounce,
laugh
as he splashes me.
by Margaret Bednar, October 1, 2016
Linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Flash 55 Plus"
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13 comments:
I always enjoy the pictures you paint with your words, especially when the subject is a child.
We always want to protect them from life's dangerous bits... only a loving and knowing caregiver understands that we must give them a chance to live.
I really like the last four lines. ♥
Oh I do love the joy in this.. I love the way the boy and water almost act as playmates, both jumping around those rocks.
Such a simple, quiet scene painted with beautiful words, Margaret.
I like the way you have juxtaposed the parent's fears with the boy's sense of wonder.
I want to warn
of slippery surface, hard rocks..
I know that feeling well.
Ah, that's such a delicate balance... giving our kids the space to explore and make mistakes. This brings back some great memories, Margaret. Thank you.
Love, love when your poetry features your children.
I do enjoy the tension here between the narrator's need to warn the young boy, and the desire to let him play without worry. Well done and viva la!
So much fun and re-assurance when he is confident enough. Mindful though it is slippery and hard should anything untoward happen
Hank
Ah, so sweet! k.
A small boy at play as seen through they eyes of a mother figure. I like it, Margaret, it gives me insight was to what Mom, and then Mrs. Jim, have seen. I believe the father figure sees things in a different light.
Did you ever pop a wheelie on your motorcycle? Do you think that this young lad will? Be ready. His father may have if that is any help. I have, my kids have.
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Sweet, though I know the urge to protect is strong. It is hard to just watch but usually wise. Love this glimpse of boyhood
Absolutely delightful.
nothing quite like the stomach in your throat when your progeny make those leaps, eh? ~
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