Gone - a write for Friday Writings and for Tuesday dVerse Poetics

  

    Motherless

Don't you remember when 

your mother died 

You'd always had one 

and now she's gone 

Feeling you couldn't stop 

tears in your eyes 

You joined the orphan crowd 

yet you're alone 

Feeling it won't go 'way 

motherless now 

Then suddenly one day  

it goes away 

Whisked don't remember when 

feeling had left 

Gone just gone no more tears 

life has gone on 

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Friday, January 13, 2023, and now a bit on my Wheel: 

The wheel repeats itself over and over again. Maybe it's stationary, scenery is same o' same o'.  And then there's the one on the go, a different scene every revolution. Can we choose which we'll be, security or adventure?

My Wheel when I was a boy was a light steel spoke Wheel from a retired critter of burden. I rescued the wheel for my own.

Stationary or on the go?  Well, on the go when I wanted to play.  I goaded it to go with my big stick, steered it too with the stick. 

We went all over the farmstead and out to the mailbox once a day.  The Wheel and my stick had become my favorite outside toy.  Visitors and family would say, "Here comes Jim and his Wheel." 

Then one day, I don't know when or how, like the 'Motherless feeling" in my poem, the Wheel went away, gone, gone from my life.  Mom to Heaven, the Wheel back to the junk pile.  Life goes on. 

Note:  Hoop rolling is still being done, mostly with storebought equipment (Wikipedia).

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo just popped up in my message box late last night from my brother-in-law--it brought that feeling to my mind, sans tears 

 - I am linked with Rommy for Friday Writing #59 at,  

https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2023/01/friday-writings-59-wheels.html?m=1 

  Rommy has asked us to use the word, Wheels, if we wanted or needed a prompt.  But I am sooo behind that I decided to us this one I had written for Tuesday as I was late there and only had only a few readers and have only two who left comments.  

Then later tonight I added the blurb about my "Wheel toy".

 - I am also first linked with dVerse Poetics hosted for prompting by Ingrid at 

  https://dversepoets.com/2023/01/10/poetics-visionary-poetry/ 

 - This was another write made sitting on the edge of my bed in the middle of the night 

 - You can read other's dVerse responses to the prompt here,  at  https://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=dversepoets&postid=07Jan2023&meme=12476 

 - You might be inspired to write with us

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Afraid - a Poem for dVerse Quadrille Monday

This one's younger daughter Karen's car, it's

a 1982 or so Pine Wood Derby Racer

     

Bold Not 

My driving may scare you 

Bold I'm not nor reckless 

Tell the folk I'm not good

Good drivers don't scare 

Skillful's the word I use 

Fast and furious me 

Drove every car I've owned 

To see how fast it went  

Hundred sixty my top 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved

 - I  am linked with Dee Jackson for dVerse Poetics prompt today "Bold" at  

 https://dversepoets.com/2023/01/09/q44-167-bold-ly-go/ 

 - Quadrille Monday's poetry has exactly 44 words 

 - To reads other's Quadrille poems, go here,  

  https://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=dversepoets&postid=05Jan2023&meme=12540 

  Perhaps you would like to write these also  

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