Callie Jones

Meditation on la la la la la

I watch a cheerful child out of the window
Noting her muffled juvenile crescendo
The experimental rhythm of her tongue.
The blushing boots she smacks into the snow.
Like the vehemence she’d to give to a birthday candle when told to blow.
La la la la la spewing from her lips
Mint joy passing through the slit.
La la la la, I admire the wit.

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A Poem On Birth

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So

So abrupt, the being
The sway of the half bald head.
Lips soft and easy
An antipode of their cry.

So sudden the emergence,
The requiring of a lullaby.
How dare you sing it.
And sound angelic when you lie.
Not a diamond but dulled
By jutting electric bulbs.
Never a mockingbird.
But forever the frenzied herd.
Not a single sound
From the gifts going round.

So harsh the becoming
Full blown in flesh
Walking around
A brain, all that mesh.
Seeing and being no room for fail.
No wonder we are living
And we feel so frail.
So rough the fabrication
Of the how and for-what we are.

This is an original poem, hope it was enjoyable.

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Callie Jones

Callie Jones

Just practicing a cherished craft♡ Doiing what I love and encouraging others to do the same!