Sylvia
I knew myself a Sylvia once,
have
not thought of her in days;I knew myself a Sylvia once,
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/
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/
A beautiful way to spend a spring evening
ReplyDeleteThank you, Cherry Rose.
DeleteAnd, of course, Nice Fristing!
Beautiful
DeleteDear Michael,
ReplyDeleteI've enjoyed both your rhyme-scheme and message.
Thank you,
Michael
Greatly appreciated, Michael.
DeleteDarn 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!
ReplyDeleteDynamic riffing, Briana Rose.
DeleteThank you!
Beautiful Michael as You are one of my anecdotes for my happy perceptions being..
ReplyDeleteThank you immensely, Andrew.
DeleteBeautiful indeed. I love it!
ReplyDeleteThank you kindly, Barbi-Kay.
DeleteSo basically you're cool about her poofing, eh?
ReplyDeleteYou have some nice images painted here, dear Myke.
Thanks, Alba Leigh...
DeleteAnd yes, a case of gone was in order.
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
ReplyDeleteOnly you could inspire me to attempt such a poem, on a smart phone, in an attempt to impress you. Thanks, Colleen.
Deletelove the poem Myke, realistic, wistful emotions abound
ReplyDeleteThank you so very much, Linda.
DeleteShe's she's just as good as gone --beautiful ❤️
ReplyDeleteThat is affirmative, Demme;
Deleteprobably lonesome and a long way from home.
When restlessness sets in, it has a calling all its own. I love porch swings, btw <3
ReplyDeleteMy restlessness is tempered by ambivalence.
DeletePorch swings are the best, but there are times a rusty glider simply says it all, Dahlia. ;)
Simple with a lingering thought.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Barbara, for your generous overview. :)
ReplyDeleteNice, I am sure that the porch swing will make memories in the years to come.
ReplyDeleteGreat spin on potential results of prop prompt, Dave.
DeleteAnd no doubt, you shall be correct.
ReplyDeleteGood 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