Firstly I’d like to say a big thank you to the following bloggers who all submitted a poem for me to share with my son.
Thank you all so very much for the emotion, love and understanding that you have all shared. As far as I’m concerned you are all winners.
The poems my son responded to the most were the ones that reflected his great love for all things Dr Zeus ……..
So the winners are…..
The beautiful Missus Tribble at http://rosewinelover.com/ with her poem….
From The River To The Sea
Words flow and babble in my mind
Chattering like a gentle brook
The swelling river comes to play
Taking my words to make them flow
Life’s words the river carries along
To make a story, or perhaps a song
Gentle as a lover’s touch
My words are bouyant and carried thus
My words reach out beyond the void
Reaching out to guide and teach
They fill the ocean, swell and grow
And wash up on a gentle beach
©Gemma Wright, 2012
And the wonderful Skipmars at http://skipmars.wordpress.com/ for his poem…..
All The Clocks Are Broken
All the clocks are broken,
Least, near as I can tell,
Oh sure, they look like they’re okay
But they’re not working well.
For instance, they begin to slow
Just ‘fore each special day
(Like Christmas, or the end of school,
Or near my next birthday).
A gear gets stuck, the clock hands crawl –
Ten minutes lasts an hour . . .
I’m telling you, as far as Time,
The clocks have too much power!
Like when you need some extra ticks
To take a test, or sleep –
Those hands fly round their circled field
Like dogs loosed from their keep.
I know it’s a conspiracy,
A mean and nasty plot,
To shorten or to lengthen
All the days and hours I’ve got.
It’s not just me. There’s others know
(Some grownups and some kids);
That tactics of time monitors
Have left us on the skids.
Like, when she visits every year
My Gramma says to me,
“My gosh, the time has sure flown by,
You’re taller than a tree!”
And Dad, when Mom and he are late
To some bigwig affair
Complains, “She sets her clock for turtle time,
We’ll never make it there!”
The problem is, near as I know,
There is no way to trace
The slowings and the goings
On any timepiece face.
When one speeds up they all agree,
There’s no clockwork dissent.
When one slows nearly to a stop
They concur and they consent.
So here we are, the lot of us
At the mercy of these fiends
That speed and slow at their cruel whim,
And dangle us like beads.
We could, of course, rebel and fight –
Resist the time regime;
Not worry ‘bout how long or when,
But sit back, quite serene.
Give Time its place and move along
As Life will lead us through;
And all the clocks, through ticks and tocks,
Will give us time that’s true.
The reality, it’s sad to say,
Is we won’t change one bit,
But continue on the status quo
And here, in Time, we’ll sit.
by L. Stewart Marsden
Once again ……Thank you all so much for being a part of our blogging community and for taking part.
If you’d like to go back and check our all of the gorgeous and inspiring poems that were submitted please feel free to follow the original link to do so.
With much warmth and appreciation,
Seventh and Son = )