You came into this world—a blessing
A poem for my younger son, who turned 8
You came into this world—a blessing
you came into this world
a blessing
wrapped in love, a cry
your journey began
taller i stand
when i'm holding
your hand
i put you to sleep
kiss on the cheek
i look at the clock
think of skipping rocks
with you
time has warped by
minutiae of life
through joy
through strife
i see you, baby
no longer so young
. . .
In the blink of an eye
A poem for my older son, who turned 10
In the blink of an eye
In the blink of an eye
you grew;
ten years gone by
i knew
the day
you were born,
my life
had changed
forever.
In the blink of an eye
you smiled;
a dimple
curl of the lip
sip of youth
dance of joy;
truth
beholden,
bond—
golden.
In the blink of an eye
i try
to freeze
a stitch of time
how sublime
to hear your laugh
to hear your cry
i . . .
Posted in: birthdayrobert munschpoetry
Maybe I don't want to stop this feeling
(Even if it hurts)
Photo: Freeimages.com – Mignonne Meekels
Maybe I don't want to stop this feeling
(Even if it hurts)
ball of emotion
compact, sweet
undercurrent
pride
wistful
DNA extension
how do you elicit this
range
bass to treble
8va
octave
crescendo of love
dolce
molto vivace
sometimes anger
but always
intense
hard to detach
maybe i don't want to
stop this feeling . . .
It takes a child to make the man
A poem
It takes a child to make the man
Dandelion seeds
land on our noses.
Slide down the hill,
check out our poses!
Wiping out in the mud,
Ribbon Bear laughs
at J's mouthful of slop
and S's tumbling flop.
Let's do it again!
all three of them yell,
it's obvious to tell
laughter and friendship
are innate and true
and watching these
kids and a bear
make Dad . . .
Posted in: ribbon bearkid storiespoetry
Shutdown & Drummer Boy
Two poems
Shutdown
Shutdown
don't talk—
ignore the old man,
he's angry.
I deserve it,
just don't yell
at me anymore,
Dad
I cry cuz it
hurts my feelings
I annoy my brother
cuz it's so fun
I'm just a kid
brain not fully formed
don't expect me
to be an adult—
I'm just a kid,
just a kid
don't kid yourself;
think I'm doin'
pretty good
I hate you
. . .
Posted in: poetry
New Year's at Oma and Opa's
A poem
We rang in the new year at the home of Oma and Opa, who are parents of a family friend. Their Dutch hospitality was affectionate, amazing, genuine. Thank you, Oma and Opa! The kids, my wife and I enjoyed every minute.
New Year's at Oma and Opa's
Silver mirrored sun
over familial hearth
reflects a memory;
firewood stacked
on mortared stone
. . .
Smells like recess
A poem
Smells Like Recess
Ball up in sky
like rocket to moon.
Cartwheel exquisite;
polka dot ball.
If I were a spider
on the wall,
I would crawl
into your arms,
jump over the net,
mixed dirt and sweat
stained cap
smells
like recess—
smells like
love.
Bell rings,
time to leave fun;
back to class,
sit up straight.
You have nothing to lose.
Recess time filled
. . .
Posted in: playgroundpoetryschool