Saturday, March 19, 2016

"If" -- a Saturday Challenge poem

If our feet didn't heed 
Our nose's lead 

If mud puddles were pretty, and Mom was nice 
And dogs took baths in clean water 
Mom wouldn't have spanked me that day 
She wouldn't have known 
Or wouldn't have cared
That I was muddy that day, very  

If glass bottles would sink in the stream 
Or snow wouldn't melt so bloody fast
My spring day would have been dreary
What does one learn sailing make believe
We must learn life's lessons
By work and toil, corrections and admonitions 

If we didn't grow up, and all resources were free
And adults didn't mess with our having fun
We could play forever unfettered 
But we can't be that way
So God has the next best plan for us
Grow old gracefully, live childhood once more
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 Photo and Poem Copyright,
© 2016 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

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[Mom was nice, she never spanked me in my life.  She did chase me with a real broom one day though.  We've been out of pocket all week, fun and family with KP, Mrs. Jim and me in Louisiana for KP's spring break.  There we visited relatives and went to a funeral, enjoyed it all.  (link).]

I'm linked with "Outlawyer" at The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Weekend Mini! (link)
Her instructions are "Take a poem written by someone else.  ... you can think of your source poem as you write ... your life experience, the imagery that speaks to you, your view of the world."

I used this poem as my 'source poem:'

If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn’t a lie,
Life would be delight,—
But things couldn’t go right
For in such a sad plight
I wouldn’t be I.

If earth was heaven and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
There might be some sense
But I’d be in suspense
For on such a pretense
You wouldn’t be you.

If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
Things would seem fair,—
Yet they’d all despair,
For if here was there
We wouldn’t be we.

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At Sunday, March 20, 2016 8:54:00 AM, Blogger Outlawyer said...

Dear Jim, this is super plucky and cute, and is a fun dive from your source poem and is its own poem. I'm glad you had a great week. k.

At Sunday, March 20, 2016 9:27:00 AM, Blogger Kerry O'Connor said...

This is one of my favourites of yours, Jim. I love the gentle transition form youth to old age - we must grow old with something to look forward to.

At Sunday, March 20, 2016 10:55:00 AM, Blogger Angie said...

love ee, and your thought, "if mom were nice"

At Sunday, March 20, 2016 11:59:00 AM, Blogger C.C. said...

Love the mischief in this and the nod to childhood adventures :-)

At Sunday, March 20, 2016 12:34:00 PM, Blogger brudberg said...

This is a really strong poem, childhood makes me what we are today...

At Sunday, March 20, 2016 6:14:00 PM, Blogger Margaret said...

Can't go wrong with E.E. Cummings as an inspiration. Moms are always nice - even when they have to spank every so often ;)

At Monday, March 21, 2016 12:17:00 AM, Blogger Susie Clevenger said...

ee cummings...What great inspiration! My mother always spanked me with the admonition she didn't want me to turn out like my cousins. It worked neither I nor my sisters are anything like them. :)

At Monday, March 21, 2016 6:25:00 PM, Blogger Gillena Cox said...

LOL nice write, luv your summary ending

much love...


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