
Madame de Pompadour
Her hair couldnt fit thru the door
So she sat outside instead
Til birds nested in her head
And caused a great uproar
Limerick

Madame de Pompadour
Her hair couldnt fit thru the door
So she sat outside instead
Til birds nested in her head
And caused a great uproar
Limerick
Today I drove past the places we had been,
not too long ago,
and no one knew except me,
that the same street I was on today,
was the very one we had ridden our bikes down
that rainy day in June.
I remembered how we had gotten so soaked from the pouring rain,
that our hair dripped in our eyes,
and our shoes squished when we walked,
but we held hands and laughed,
and listened to the band play,
and we were warm and happy.
Today, it is not raining,
my shoes are dry and the sun is shining,
but there is no music
and everything seems cold and empty.
Teardrops replace the raindrops in my eyes,
because I am here, and you are not….
Free Verse
Leona J. Atkinson 11-03-13
(In Remembrance of 10-28-1989)
It’s done. It’s over,
The locks lay in piles on the floor.
The curls of contention,
Are no more.
Pushed to the breaking point,
He gave in.
He gave up the hair he loved,
And the dream he held within.
To conform to others wishes,
He put his feelings aside.
He became their new person,
While his real identity died.
Rhyme
Leona J. Atkinson 09-15-13
Dedicated to my grandson Dylan