little sisters

their little fingers probed curiously

cigarette circle holes

carelessly poked through cotton blankets

during Saturday morning cartoons.

 

gunpowder kegs dripping trails,

a coyote gets blown to oblivion,

iron anvils fall precariously from the sky

while their little faces huddle winter morning,

stoic as coyote crosses chasm's edge perilously .

 

tattered edges tucked beneath their little legs,

milk residue in otherwise empty bowls,

bran flakes crusting on edges in winter's tireless chill,

blanket shared in common communion.

 

sweet sisters growing in gradients

as morning dissolves, becoming noon.

 

Reviews

[redflutterby]

I can not think of one time I've visited your poetry and not been amazed. I'm not a technical reviewer...my knowledge of the formal mechanics is limited. But I know true word artistry when I read it. I mean that sincerely. This poem transports the reader to an early Saturday morning as if they were standing right there. A silent observer to youthful innocence. Sigh... ;-)

[Anne Lyons]

Absolutely excellent! I thoroughly enjoyed this one!

[David Scott]

I like the innocence of this poetry.
Some day they will understand more... Until then, how perfect life can be...
I have three older sisters. They are still a mystery some days...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow this is so excellent...innocence battles with growing up...the risks that already taken at a young age...sneaking the smokes...the rings left as evidence that innocence is waning already..

Meep, Meep!

[Rita L. Sev]

Ah, the sweet mornings of youth... and the quick fading of it... Richly detailed; you paint a vivid picture and hit home with a good metaphor at the end.

[Linda alexander]

while their little faces huddle winter morning,
stoic as coyote crosses chasm's edge perilously .
wonderful write, this is the solid example writer can take readers to anywhere he wants through his own eyes, seems like four to five years of age sisters are, stoic face and thinking everything is real is the most beautiful in those ages, really enjoyed

[m.s.early]

Thank you Linda, this was loosely based on my two girls and my baby sisters :)

[Linda alexander]

You welcome, take care

[Vidya Bacchus]

Memories oh sweet memories .they grow up so fast :)

[m.s.early]

( too true Vidya, thanks for reading :)

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are welcome :)

[Frieda P]

Exquisitely sweet read xavier, tough one for me, sigh....sweet memories pen'd here.

[m.s.early]

(: I'm sure Frieda. I had my daughters in mind when I wrote this. (( Hugs ))...

[Brittany Zedalis]

This poem is so wonderful. Thank you so much for sharing it!

[m.s.early]

Brittany, I am utterly glad this poem brings wonderment :)

[Mockingbird]

two little sisters watching loony toons on a saturday morning under a blanket who knows how old, but that just shows how much more snug and cozy it is in there. the details of the cartoon they are watching let's us see through their eyes. very nostalgic piece dear.

[m.s.early]

(: Thank you mockingbird. Yes, they were cozy... snug as bugs :)