EACH DAY A NEW WORD / EACH DAY A NEW PIECE - ON HIATUS. It has been over five years of writing a daily poem and I needed a bit of a break. I'm not sure what the next step for this project will be. In the meantime, I am reviewing the poems written to compile into a new anthology. Thank you for joining me on this journey and enjoy the poetry.
Thursday, June 18, 2015
caparison
The skaters, first,
in grungy glory,
made young hearts burst
with their inventory.
Like knights astride
their steeds caparisoned,
they pimped their rides
beyond comparison.
Tricked out decks
and brand new trucks,
nose guard for wrecks,
grip tape, and pluck.
Our pre-teen girls'
hearts all would flutter
when boys with curls
would grind the gutter.
But better yet,
the female skaters
who'd take your bet
and shame the haters.
With flips and ollies,
they questioned authority,
shared youthful follies of
fraternity/sorority.
To backyard half-pipes
& skate parks now banished;
the old people's gripes
their freedom has vansihed.
In the days of our youth
those skaters roamed free
but now we're long in the tooth,
so sit and sip our Chablis.
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