He imagines
So many things
Cabbage and kings
Of shoes and ships
And with a wink
Easily slips
Poetic blips
Of the arcane
Rivers auburn
A mind insane
The odd bloodstain
Can sometimes scare
So he spins words
With utmost care
and takes me there
On crescent waves
Triumphant tales
From birth to grave
And each I save
I know their worth
It’s in his sphere
Of cosmic girth
Welkin and earth
The tales he’s had
And more to come
Verbal nomad
I call him Dad
And my hero
Household legend
But he does know
The seeds he sow
It’s my award
Gaze of rapture
He looks forward
To his reward
When it’s my turn
To tell such tales
Old or modern
Aubades, nocturnes
The moods I’ll bring
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Today’s Form? The Pathya Vat
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Love the flow that you gave a go and as such tales weave the more they take a life on of their own.
The best tales do. My thanks Pat..
smiles…i love a good story teller…they are usually quite the character and perhaps a bit insane as well…hehe…and the reward of a good story teller is the reaction of their audience….really nicely spun…
Ah yes, I do love the times when I spin a tale just right and the listeners react on cue. Thanks Brian.
Nice rhythm and rhyme scheme to this, and a good story too. Very nice!
Can’t take credit for the rhythm and rhyme scheme, that belongs solely to the Pathya Vat form. Glad you enjoyed the tale told, thanks!
Super pretty poem = k.
Thank you, K!
I love that you call him dad and that he’s your hero…that’s wonderful!
Thanks Bodhirose, I wrote it for a friend of mine whose father is a master storyteller and yes, very much her hero.
For the love of storytellers!!!
Really enjoyed this part:
“The odd bloodstain
Can sometimes scare”
“For the love of storytellers!!!”
* lifts a cyber ale * Yes indeed!
and what an amazing story was told – mysteriously captivating
Thank you Accidentalwriter!
Short lines lend to the easy flow, and the rhythm and rhymes as well as each moves down the page. Effortless seeming and well told tale.