Poetry
Poetry is a lifelong delight for me.
I have written poems forever–silly poems, sad poems, prose brimming with sorrow, joy, confusion, and calm. Writing poetry for children is more of a challenge than the “off the cuff” verse I’ve penned in the past.
I hope to refine and produce some rhyme that works for children, and delights them lifelong as well.
Be watching here for developments, like this verse, revised from long ago in my collection...and if you want more, let me know with a comment.
Bent Whisker
When a cat has a whisker that’s bent
you wonder just where his paws went.
What secret or clandestine place
lured in his inquisitive face?
What tempting faint curiosity
invited him to ‘come look and see?’
You wonder just where a cat went
when he comes home with a whisker that’s bent.
SevenAcreSky 
Marie and Walt, at Poetic Bloomings, had a prompt this week about beginnings and endings…use the last line of a previously written poem, to begin a new one. Here’s the origin of my contribution for the prompt, written quite a few years ago while I was sitting, uh…in the bathroom, watching my cat. To see the resulting poem, and those of other contributing poets, visit http://poeticbloomings.com , and look for Prompt #52.
Cat Dreaming
He looks to me with pleading eyes
then to the window’s sill,
where there a lowered blind obscures
his curious catlike will.
He looks again to me to ask
if I will raise the blind
to partially permit a view
to where his dreams unwind.
I pull, he leaps, he sits and stares
at his imagined heaven.
The things he’s seen beyond the pane
have many soft purrs driven.
My heaven, too, lies just outside
a glass that’s often shrouded
But glimpses of eternal skies
have kept my faith unclouded.
(c) 2008 Damon Dean
Beautiful!
Thanks Lynn, for the visit and comments!
Another random pick…
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Acrobump In a nightgown pink and red an acrobat stands on my bed. “Watch me Poppi!” is her plea. She tumbles over on one knee. “Watch me Poppi, look and see!” Tumble number two and three. “Watch this now! Look at me!” She flips so fast and fearlessly. And then as I look on with dread she tumbles off and bumps her head. (c) 2012 Damon DeanI think you are a pretty stinking awesome poet, children’s poetry especially.