Thursday, February 9, 2017

Sylvia--By Michael Todd--United States

Sylvia

I knew myself a Sylvia once,
have not thought of her in days;
I feared I'd not know her long,
because of her rambling ways.

Spent her days in a rocking chair,
no use for the front porch swing;
the glider sat there idly biding,
no joy for a wayfarer, to bring.

My Sylvia grew restless in time,
from lack of attention, I fear;
one day she was heard to say,
"Time to rock away from here."

I had a choice laid out before me,
to pack up or let her leave alone;
I shifted over to that rusty glider,
thinking she's just as good, as gone.

Michael Todd aka Myke Todd has been writing and posting stories and poetry on social networking sites since 2006. He can currently be found at his dedicated poetry site... http://myketodd.blogspot.com/
 

26 comments:

  1. A beautiful way to spend a spring evening

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  2. Dear Michael,
    I've enjoyed both your rhyme-scheme and message.
    Thank you,
    Michael

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  3. Darn those ramblin ways that guide and drive a soul for more often than not they tend to leave a hole. Sometimes it fills and sometimes it doesn't but it always seems the energy manages to hold. Always a pleasure to read your work!

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    1. Dynamic riffing, Briana Rose.
      Thank you!

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  4. Beautiful Michael as You are one of my anecdotes for my happy perceptions being..

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  5. So basically you're cool about her poofing, eh?
    You have some nice images painted here, dear Myke.

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    1. Thanks, Alba Leigh...
      And yes, a case of gone was in order.

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  6. Fantastic poem, just full of imagery and emotion! And I do so love the way you riff...this is even better the second (or third) time around, my friend! Wonderfully done. xoxo

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    1. Only you could inspire me to attempt such a poem, on a smart phone, in an attempt to impress you. Thanks, Colleen.

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  7. love the poem Myke, realistic, wistful emotions abound

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  8. She's she's just as good as gone --beautiful ❤️

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    1. That is affirmative, Demme;
      probably lonesome and a long way from home.

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  9. When restlessness sets in, it has a calling all its own. I love porch swings, btw <3

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    1. My restlessness is tempered by ambivalence.
      Porch swings are the best, but there are times a rusty glider simply says it all, Dahlia. ;)

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  10. Thank you, Barbara, for your generous overview. :)

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  11. Nice, I am sure that the porch swing will make memories in the years to come.

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    1. Great spin on potential results of prop prompt, Dave.
      And no doubt, you shall be correct.

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  12. Good story very well told Michael, Brought to my mind the song, "Rambling Rose" I caught such a one myself, now an ex-wife. in fact,
    I feel sorry for indivduals like this, in a great heart with a mind way out of control. I was never one to enjoy a friday night fling.
    Yancy








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