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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.)
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19 comments:

  1. Sanaa Rizvi30 July 2017 at 18:56

    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. Rosemary Nissen-Wade31 July 2017 at 00:44

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

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  2. Kerry O'Connor30 July 2017 at 21:31

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

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  3. Fireblossom30 July 2017 at 22:14

    Oh look! My mother's polar opposite!

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  4. kaykuala31 July 2017 at 00:56

    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. Rosemary Nissen-Wade31 July 2017 at 01:26

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

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  5. Outlawyer31 July 2017 at 01:52

    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. tonispencer31 July 2017 at 05:15

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

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  7. Anonymous31 July 2017 at 10:57

    Nicely told. What a shame he lost himself.

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  8. Old Egg31 July 2017 at 15:44

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

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  9. Paul John Dear31 July 2017 at 21:09

    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. purplepeninportland.com1 August 2017 at 04:20

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

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  11. Sherry Blue Sky1 August 2017 at 04:49

    Well done, Rosemary. Succinct and effective.

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  12. Jim1 August 2017 at 09:57

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

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  13. Susie Clevenger1 August 2017 at 10:17

    That's a tough transition for any mother.

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  14. Marian2 August 2017 at 01:26

    Poor ole Sonny.

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  15. grapeling7 August 2017 at 16:36

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

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