You are Dr. Victor von Frankenword (that’s Fronkenword!) and your experiments with inanimate objects have yielded bizarre results. Glance around you and pick something that is lifeless (husbands DON’T count) and personify it. Breathe life into it and make it the hero of your poem this week!
IT IS ALIVE!!!
Or at least it will be when you’re through with it!
MARIE ELENA’S CREATION IS ALIVE!!!
Nightlight (A poem for wee ones)I light your path from bed and back So you won’t be afraid, Or fall from tripping on the drum On which today you’d played. I light your room so you can see The photos on your shelf Of mom and dad and gram and gramps, And of your smiling self. I light your bed so you can see Your favorite teddy bear Your pillow, blanket, sheets, and soft PJ’s you chose to wear. I light your night so you can see The shadows on your wall Are outlines of the things you love - Not menacing at all. © Copyright Marie Elena Good – 2013
WALT’S MONSTER LIVES!!!
Come here! I have something to say.
I’ve been waiting all day
to get into your head. Have you heard
a word that I’ve said? I’m all jacked
up and you would hear me
if only you’d listen. Hear my music.
The sound of these words calls you.
It befalls you to wrap what I say
around your head, or just place me
over your ears instead. My sound
surrounds you, sometimes confounds you.
But the beauty of me is that
I won’t let you mute me. My volume
is somewhere near heaven; it’s one more…
Eleven! Listen in private, the music
comes more alive. How did you
ever survive without headphones?
© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013