Day 3: Trust, Acrostic and internal rhyme.
I found it too difficult to fit rhymes into the lines so I took the easy way out!
When you’ve read the poem I’d love to know what you envisaged, I started with one thing in mind then decided to make it fit another.
Trembling hands
Reaching out
Uttering strange sounds
Smiling toothlessly
Taking whatever I offer
Author: macmsue
I’m a sister, wife, mother, grandmother, auntie and friend. I prefer to be outside and am interested in photography, nature and different cultures. I believe everything on this earth has a right to be here but some things and some people would be happiest if their space was far away from mine. (Flies and biting bugs take note!) I don’t like housework and think dust is Nature’s way of saying, “This is my space, I was here first.”
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I loved it! I envision a homeless individual humbly, but cautiously, accepting whatever it is that you are offering. Thanks for sharing this.
Thanks so much for commenting, I find it hard to post. When I started the poem I was thinking of my little grandchildren but then it reminded me so much of beggars I saw in India, many years ago.
You’re very welcome. I can definitely see how it could apply to children as well. Since I’ve been really focused on homeless advocacy, that’s just where my line of thought went right away.
I think the easy way is great but guess we can try for the more difficult rhyming scheme later on. I don’t have a single clue as to what to write for this challenge so at least one of us is ahead of the game here. Definitely loved your poem though; thanks for sharing.
Thanks for commenting. I do feel a bit of a failure for not managing the internal rhymes but as they’ve said, it’s supposed to be fun so I won’t stress. I’ll be looking out for your rhymes in the coming submissions.
well it could be an old person or a baby or it could be you feeding something …that doesnt have teeth… a chicken maybe…
Started off as a baby but I ended up thinking of the beggars in India, so the “tiny hands” became “trembling hands”. I guess no hands means the chickens are out!
G’day Macmsue,
Our thought appear to have run parallel in this one, baby first then melding into the homeless scenario. It wasn’t an easy one to do, but you did it well. I misunderstood the complete instructions for my first attempt 🙂
Thanks for the lovely comment. Do you have babies close to you now too?
only our youngest grand daughter, but she is now almost 31/2 🙂
I’ll bet the arms still come out towards you even if she is probably getting a bit heavy to lift. I presume this because I have a 3 year old grandson and it’s getting that way with him, I notice his weight even though he’s a perfectly normal shape.
Yes they do become heavy to lift, but somehow we always find that extra boost, as it’s not long before they grow too big. 🙂
TRUE!