I suppose one could say that getting back into writing poetry is going to let me explore the different styles all over again. The other day, I wrote a sonnet and I appreciate those likes that every one left! Today, I bring to you a dramatic monologue. Enjoy it! 😀
Come here, my child and listen well.
For today I have a wondrous story to tell.
It involves a young boy who loved to climb trees
And of the marvellous sights that he saw.
He began to climb trees at the age of three.
Much to the chagrin of his Mother,
He was quite sturdy on his feet and grinned a toothy grin
At his Mother whilst she stared in horror
At her baby boy.
He didn’t climb high
This boy was most certainly not feline in nature
As one day, he fell at the tender age of six.
With his arm in a cast and a sulk about his countenance
But alas, for it did not break his spirit.
The minute that the cast was removed,
He was ready to climb again.
He leapt out of the car and with a
Mighty barrelling that shook the earth around him to its core,
He cascaded up the tree, tickled pink to feel
The rough texture of bark under his fingers again.
His Mother, petrified to the ground by the gate to their yard
Stared slackjaw and wide-eyed at her reckless little boy.
Boys will be boys, she thought, oh she thought hard.
And in the end, when the little boy was done with his climb,
He came inside to eat dinner with the broadest
Grin on his face that his parents had ever seen.
They knew then and there what they’d been
Denying, avoiding, for such a long time.
They realized then and they still believe it now.
For their little boy with his scraped elbows,
Dirty knees and
Grass-stained denim shorts,
That he was destined for great things.
And great things he did.
He lives in our history, an icon, a martyr.
When the world cried foul after his many
Innings as a pitcher of politics,
He was cast aside, assassinated
And grew to infamy.
So I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m telling you this tale
Of adventure and tragedy.
Your life is a blessing and
You should take care.
Your adventure has just begun and
Don’t ever dream of letting it get away.