My blog, my rules.
I’ve been doing posts more frequently than suggested by the guides to successful blogging I occasionally read. I just have more to say, I guess.
This is going to be a mini-post, I think. That means, I’m not going to hit the traditional 500 words I strive for in every post. The 500 word recommendation is another that comes from the guides I peruse. I like the length. It forces me to focus on word choice and economy of style.
Does anyone have any feelings about the length of my posts? Too long? Not long enough? I’d love to hear.
As the title suggests, this post is actually a poem composed after… Well, the context is pretty obvious (I hope).
I don’t write poetry regularly. I might get back to it. Please share your opinion.
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To the young woman with a stroller
On a shady, sunny day I spied you approaching
Your mien suggested a mom, not a paid surrogate
As we neared, i ping-ponged my perspective
Baby carriage to sidewalk to mom’s carriage.
My face lifted into a smile not just for you
Three daughters of my own, distant memories
On the shady, sunny day, while trees waved hello
I smiled at a young mother passing by a phantom
Her frigid demeanor begged the question
Perhaps a simple smile once upon a time
Conjured up an ogre, a tragic unhappy ever after
And so we passed. You continued on your way
Unburdened by that tiny moment. Distant memories.