Two Sisters
Daisies woven into diadems
and kissed by the golden sun,
two sisters transform into royalty;
(far from Mother's chores)
where a lake becomes mystical
and strings strummed
create vibrato swirls
upon a sapphire surface.
A toe submerges, a head droops,
this veiled oasis,
a place where wishes are born
and dreamers
change the world.
by Spencer Bednar, January 14, 2020
ReplyDeleteYou have taken my breath away! Your poem is beautiful and shows maturity beyond your age ~~~ never stop writing, young man,
Helen, Way Out in Central Oregon
I can’t wait to have Spencer see this. As you may know, he has dyslexia and dysgraphia. Poetry is such an awesome way for him to let the words flow and learn new ones. It’s more fun than homework. We both never knew the word “diadem” before this. He dictates a whole page sometimes and then crosses out words and we both ask questions. In this poem, I asked “what were they doing before this?” He asked “what are they thinking”. If I didn’t guide him, the poems would not be as mature, I’m sure. But ... it’s his vision and he is now really good at picking out boring and common words and using the thesaurus. We all know editing and cutting words is the hardest - that’s where I have the biggest influence.
DeleteI did know ... and having raised a special needs son I relate to the ups and downs. My son, Carl, is an inspiration to everyone who knows him ~ I am incredibly proud of the man he is. I would be lonely without my housemate.
DeleteHelen - yes! He is amazing and so are you. Truly, it gives me hope.
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