My heart envisions what my eyes refuse to see. ~Poet Walter J Wojtanik
A boy;
crippled, debilitated.
Easily forgotten, getting help
Injured joints; kinked legs.
Medically nurtured,
Overcoming physical quirks
Restored strength totally.
Undisputed verity.
Walt, xenophobe,
yin/yang zealot!
Written for WE WRITE POEMS – PROMPT #105 – Old Beginnings
My heart envisions what my eyes refuse to see. ~Poet Walter J Wojtanik
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Wow! Incredibly brilliant.
Wow, Incredibly quick!
Ohhh… strength here!
Ah, a abecederian poem. It’s been a while since I’ve seen this form. Seems the kinked legs is linked to being a xenophobe and yin/yang zealot.
Yep Irene! Afraid of my own shadow then and finding balance later! Thanks for the peek over!
I haven’t tried this form. I may have to, after reading yours. I wasn’t even aware of it until the last two lines. Even then, I had to have a remark to notice 🙂 Glad the legs were overcome. That’s not a good thing for a child to have to fight on top of other stuff.
Thanks Margo. It was a difficult time. They tell me I didn’t walk until I was almost three. I came along nicely!
I don’t think I’ve ever written this form before. This is captured well, Walt, the brevity lends to an elemental feeling…nice write and glad for balance now! Smiles to you!
Thanks Smiles! It gets sketchy at the end. (Just so many good “X” and “Z” words to go around)
:)!! You’re welcome, Walt!!
Well, my hat is off to you, Walt on handling this type of form. I didn’t notice either until the ending. I am also glad that you overcame your leg problems. It is sad for any child to endure.
Pamela
Thanks Pamela. The form was a piece of pie compared to that period in my life. I turned out okay. 😀
There’s a memory that is imprinted for life, but sometimes it is good to remember.
Yes it is Sara. Thanks for that.
Well you don’t have to hit me over the head to notice a form… well, OK, yes you do. Not till I went back afterwords, pushed to wonder what I missed. But then I say I’m into no-form, and guess I’m right.
Clever mind of you to make that work, as you did. As well glad for a happier present day. Thanks Walt.
Thank you Neil.