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What's an appropriate deep piece of poetry for a mom who loves poetry?

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  • 1 month ago
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    somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond

    E. E. Cummings - 1894-1962

    somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond

    any experience,your eyes have their silence:

    in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,

    or which i cannot touch because they are too near

    your slightest look easily will unclose me

    though i have closed myself as fingers,

    you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens

    (touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

    or if your wish be to close me,i and

    my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly,

    as when the heart of this flower imagines

    the snow carefully everywhere descending;

    nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals

    the power of your intense fragility:whose texture

    compels me with the colour of its countries,

    rendering death and forever with each breathing

    (i do not know what it is about you that closes

    and opens;only something in me understands

    the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)

    nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

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  • Dv8s
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    1 month ago

    As a mom, I always liked this poem, it's not very deep, but it's good.

    The Clothesline

    A clothesline was a news forecast

    To neighbors passing by.

    There were no secrets you could keep

    When clothes were hung to dry.

    It also was a friendly link

    For neighbors always knew

    If company had stopped on by

    To spend a night or two.

    For then you'd see the fancy sheets

    and towels on the line;

    You'd see the comp'ny tableclothes

    With intricate design.

    The line announced a baby's birth

    To folks who lived inside

    As brand new infant clothes were hung

    So carefully with pride.

    The ages of the children could

    So readily be known

    By watching how the sizes changed

    You'd know how much they'd grown.

    It also told when illness struck,

    As extra sheets were hung;

    Then nightclothes, and a bathrobe, too,

    Haphazardly were strung.

    It said, "Gone on vacation now"

    When lines hung limp and bare.

    It told, "We're back!" when full lines sagged

    With not an inch to spare.

    New folks in town were scorned upon

    If wash was dingy gray,

    As neighbors raised their brows, and looked

    Disgustedly away.

    But clotheslines now are of the past

    For dryers make work less.

    Now what goes on inside a home

    Is anybody's guess

    I really miss that way of life.

    It was a friendly sign

    When neighbors knew each other best

    By what hung on the line!

    Marilyn Walker

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