Thursday, 21 May 2009

Boy


I am alive; talk to me,

voices can sing to me, harmonise bass with me, make up the words to a ballad or yarn with me, loudly embark with me.

 

I am alive, laugh with me,

fall down and wrestle me, sport, spin and tumble your oneness in tune with me. Love me as I love me.

 

I am alive, approach me,

feel for the guffaw; believe that the bellies of folly live on in me, rhyming me, glance at me sideways and hope to encroach on me.

 

I am alive, notice me,

play up in mischief and open the windows for breezes to blow at me. Let me uphold you and so you can bolster me.


I am alive; distract me

in every direction, the clowning comes through to me. Shatter the eggs with me, clean up the mess with me, wear a chef’s hat for me.

 

I am alive; melt with me,

growl out a giggle and tickle me. Sparkle and yes with me. Make a fine mess with me. Yes with me. Yes with me.


30 comments:

  1. This comment has been removed by the author.

    ReplyDelete
  2. sounds like you are being over guarded or under valued, I hope you find your much deserved peace.

    ReplyDelete
  3. Very interesting play of words ~ well thought ~ seemingly notions of either emotions felt or needed to feel. Would love to hear explanation more thoroughly. =)

    ReplyDelete
  4. Loved it. U probably wrote it from your son's perspective. Beautiful.

    ReplyDelete
  5. Good rx for today. Loved this. Mushy heart. Leaking eyes.

    ReplyDelete
  6. Wonderful. This poem really captures the joy of "boyness." I really enjoy your work.

    ReplyDelete
  7. i am tickled & tickle you bak playful words of someone just asking to bee seen heard spoken to listen to ....... ticked :*) beez thankq4sharing as always ur words delight z beez buzzzzzzzzzzz*

    ReplyDelete
  8. I love this poem! Thank you for sharing it! They should add this to the curriculum for teacher training!

    ReplyDelete
  9. Beautiful - so much rhythm and life in it!

    ReplyDelete
  10. 365 Attempts (At Life) says it for me.

    Regards j.

    ReplyDelete
  11. Such a vivid outcry! I particularly like the way you have structured it - each stanza springing from a different appeal ;-)
    Thanks for a wonderful poem!

    ReplyDelete
  12. Yes! If you are a loving father, you should read this. I choked up a lil'.

    ReplyDelete
  13. You are one of my favourite living poets! I try not to read too much so as not to influence my own work ....but yours is too tempting John!
    Off to get your book, darn it this poetry habit can get expensive for a starving poet ;)

    Heather
    heathergracestewart.me
    heathergracestewart.com

    ReplyDelete
  14. yes, let schools teach it to all, kids and adults alike resuscitate love where money killed it!

    ReplyDelete
  15. @Jack9eight5 was here & read your poem.

    ReplyDelete
  16. So beautiful and moving! At first I thought it was about your son but then I realized it can apply to every human being. Thanks for sharing :)

    ReplyDelete
  17. You are a father. It's plain to see. The yesness, of course.

    ReplyDelete
  18. This is one of the beautiful poems. It circles all the needs and wants in life.

    ReplyDelete
  19. An achingly beautiful cry to be seen, heard, appreciated and loved. No doubt written from your son's perspective. Also appeals to the boy (or girl) within that is alive to possibilities in interaction with others. There is so much richness here to be explored. I agree that it would make a great set text for schools. Simply lovely on the surface yet yielding more gems as its depths are mined.

    ReplyDelete
  20. ...fine minds have goggled it, and it's seen like the sprinkles of a lumps of prism before sunlight!

    Author of, "The Last Carver"

    ReplyDelete
  21. That's very playful I liked it and makes that one want to wear a chef hat.

    ReplyDelete
  22. I liked it quite a bit. I like the word pictures with which you painted it. Joe

    ReplyDelete
  23. Interesante y hermosa su poesía. Me gustado mucho su lírica.

    ReplyDelete
  24. Lots of great comments for a Great Poem.

    ReplyDelete
  25. The makings of a happy, healthy child.
    What every child long for.
    Beautiful poem. I hope it is the reality of every child.

    ReplyDelete