Posted in Art on 26. Oct, 2010
If you wait more than five days, DoodleMama and cohorts and other inspirations* will no longer be on sale at the 20% discount.
detail from Alice’s Palace
*Check out these inspirations:
DoodleMama
Art for Kids
Spirit of the Child
Botanicals
Jewish Celebrations
Catch a Dreamer: the book
Helen’s ART & GIFT SHOP is open 24 hours a day seven days a week.
But the art sale ends on October 31st, midnight.
Use coupon code hwgo20 at check out.
See you at the store!
The neighbor boy strolled onto my porch.
uninvited
while I was reading and eating breakfast on a day that was perfect
for lazing around. It was Sunday.
And it was perfect as I said.
Just a slight breeze.
He was, I guess about nine.
Of course I knew that he was wise beyond his years
probably wiser in some
secret way than
my 80 plus years.
His skin was soft, and his fingernails were dirty
Im reading some poems by kids,I told him.
Do you like poetry? I asked
He sat down at the table with his chin in his arms
He closed his very large eyes.
His feet couldn’t reach the floor.
He swung them back and forth
to a slow dreamy rhythm.
I am a poem, he said finally,
taking a grape from the bowl on the table
After a long silence between us,
he said, and so are you
with your African bathrobe
and your wrinkled skin all over
and your ten million memories
that poke into your thoughts at strange times.
I couldn’t breath while his words
tumbled out of his soft whispering
lips.
More silence.
I was afraid to break into his ideas
with my grown up phrases of praise for his his wisdom.
Then he said everybody is a poet
or else they are a poem.
Or both.
Are you a poem or a poet? I asked.
He looked away.
Both, he said.
Is that your cat? he asked, noticing Marco Polo
stalking a squirrel in the yard.
Without waiting for my reply
he climbed off the porch
and ran after the cat
who disappeared into the deep grass.
© Helen Webber, 2010
