Red skies in the morning
with my little eye, I spy them first
I could warn the family
and never be wrong
if only
— if only I had a voice
Take an umbrella, I’d tell them,
though I know the whole lot
would grow deaf
except for Yuki, who’d hear me
hiss
— hiss softly into her ear
Aww Yuki, her hair barely reached
my chin— one day long ago
but she tiptoed; with baby fingers
poked my eye
— poked all of me, the little sprite!
oh
what
is
that
beautiful
thing
that
just
happened
Yuki don’t poke me no more
she’s grown fingers, lanky soft
that stroke my face and
now and then
blows air into my keyhole,
— cooling my behind
Yuki’s going away to college
she intimated to me one day
I never saw that sunset coming
I wished it wasn’t true
—wasn’t true
ergo, I pine for her
I cry rust, I bleed rust
my life is a disillusion—
I stop heeding the sky
start dreading the hours
’till a trail of rust bleeds from
my eye
A handyman comes to exchange me
for a new keyhole that will never
— never, ever know
the touch of my Yuki;
apple of my eye,
nor the honor of bleeding for her
© selma
Written for W3 Prompt #45: Wea’ve Written Weekly at the Skeptic’s Kaddish
for . David is the PoW this week and the guideline is simple:
- Write a poem from the perspective of an inanimate household object, using personification.
Thanks for reading my contribution today.
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What an interesting view 🙂
Personifying inanimate objects is an interesting exercise. I hope you liked it. XoXo
What a delightful poem!
Aww, LuAnne. I’m delighted to know this. Thanks so much. Xoxo
Such a beautiful poem Selma.,.. your sweet one leaving soon?💗
Thanks for reading, Cindy. Written for the prompt. My boys are testing their wings in society’s jungle. Empty nesters here.
Glad you read my offering. Xoxo
It’s a pleasure always Selma. I do love that and thanks for sharing your birds in flight.. xo 💞
We should all have someone (or thing) that feels such emotion for us. (K)
I totally agree every one should have this kind of send off, right? Thanks, K. Your words bring magic. Xoxo
What a sweet lovely poem. Very nice words written in the poem. I like.
Thanks, Raj. Blessings.
Most welcome!
Aww, I love this Selma.
Aww, Sadje. So happy you liked it. Blessings.
Always a pleasure
Ah… I’ve done something like this a long time ago. The house and things in it helps protect a young girl by tripping up the villian. I’m not sure where that story is right now.
I’m sure you’ve heard this joke…; When is a door not a door…
…when its ajar…
Thanks Jules. The door, when it’s aJAR, is not aDOOR!! hehe. So you also wrote one like this one. Wonderful. Aren’t they fun? I had fun with this one. Thanks for reading. Blessing you.
Playing with words and their various meanings is just what ‘we’ do! Have a great weekend!
WOW, Selma… this is SO poignant… I love it.
<3
David
You liked it, I see… yay. Thanks so much, David. Blessings.
I love this, Selma! Wonderful poem! Your writing is brilliant! ❤️
Lauren. I am honored to receive these lovely words from you. I’ve already come to see your light, and adore your light. Thanks for encouraging me with these that I know are honest. Blessing you.
Gorgeous poem, Selma!
Gorgeous?! Aww, you. Thanks so much. I’m thrilled you read. xoxo
You’re welcome ☺️
Gorgeous poetry, Selma! ❤️
Aaysid, you are too kind. But thanks anyway. I’m glad to know the words hit their mark. I appreciate you. xoxo
It is always a pleasure, Selma.😊❤
I so love the form Selma: how it was written and the line stops…brilliant❤️
Thanks, Mich. Thanks for reading and stopping to comment.
The keyhole has seen so many comings and goings. Of course the child with her busy inquisitive fingers would become a favorite. Such a sad ending.
yes, indeed, it knows a lot about the people it guards, the neighborhood, and about the elements. I appreciate you stopping to read and comment, D. Blessing you. xoxo
Great poem Selma!
Thank you, Belladonna. 💗
You’re welcome ☺️
I adore rust.
Now I shall cry rust.
‘tis a magnificent poem 🧡
Wonderful, moving write, Selma. ❤️
hi, Selma <3
I just wanna let you know that this week's W3 prompt, hosted by the amazing Michelle Ayon Navajas, is now live:
https://skepticskaddish.com/2023/03/15/w3-prompt-46-weave-written-weekly/
Enjoy! 🙂
Sincerely,
David
Sweet. Thanks for the heads up, dearest David. I appreciate you. Give me a moment. xoxo 💜
*hug*
No pressure ~ just spreading the love!
Heart-touching poem, Selma! <3
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