I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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30 July 2017

An Ironic Little Tale

How hard he strives to make her proud — 
chasing worldly success and money,
proclaiming his triumphs aloud.
If it wasn't sad it might be funny.
When he was young, he was a honey —
idealistic, kind and giving.
She was proud then of her sweet sonny.
Now she deplores his way of living.


Written for A Glance at Narrative at 'imaginary garden with real toads'. (And I wanted to try the huitain form.)

18 comments:

  1. Lovely work on the form, Rosemary ❤️ and it works so well for a narrative poem! Sigh.. Beautifully penned!❤️


    PS: I fixed it for you! xoxo

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    1. Many thanks, Sanaa, for the comment and the link fix.

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  2. You summed up an entire life story most succinctly, Rosemary. Not much more needs saying.

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  3. Oh look! My mother's polar opposite!

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    1. I don't know whether to grin or commiserate.

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  4. She was proud then of her sweet sonny.
    Now she deplores his way of living

    Ironic, yes but in a good way. He is successful is all that matters

    Hank

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    1. Depends, perhaps, on one's definition of what it is to be a successful person.

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  5. Wow, you really have compressed a great deal of life and feeling here so well (so sad), but very well done. A story told with remarkably little negative judgment, just a kind of truthfulness. Thanks do much for participating Rosemary. k.

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  6. I love the rhymes in this poem Rosemary. And I so enjoyed the humor/pathos in it.

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  7. Nicely told. What a shame he lost himself.

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  8. Those deflated dreams told so well when you discover that his ambition has ruined the relationship. Very effective poem.

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  9. and so the dance of opposites continues to weave it's spell upon us all...somewhere in there is something for both sides to embrace...i hope.

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  10. Just enough to pique interest in hearing more. Good one, Rosemary.

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  11. People change. It does sound like he's still trying to please, but his value system has changed.
    ..

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  12. That's a tough transition for any mother.

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  13. it does seem that chasing money leads us away from a better path ~

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