Sunday's Quiet Honesty

I hand picked this little poem from my garden of sonnets and musings. I hope it will bring you a moment of enjoyment. May today bring you indescribable joy and childlike laughter.

Quiet Honesty

Street lamps cascade light onto sleeping truths.

Shadows from beneath the dim form and bloom.

An open mouth tries to form the word hallelujah,

only to be shut out by the voiceless world of tomorrow.

Children no longer listen for the song of “Did you ever see a lassie,”

to bring them frozen treats on days that grow warm enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk. Calories and cholesterol prevent them these delights of youth today.

Neurotic parents and nannies forbid them 


the simple pleasure of running after the white washed truck that

carries joy, security, and sanctuary.

These kiddos are rarely allowed to run through the sprinkler or slide down the slick banana yellow plastic strip.

They could fall. They could break, scrape, or harm themselves.

Then the company of Blank and Blank would be prosecuted

for this wrongfully manufactured product.

They would be sued for grievances under fault via warranty -

dubious product not constructed for children donned in Old Navy,

selling tropical trunks while doing a herky over the sprinkler, and assaulted

by its tiny points that spray water (of death) that mists the air.

That voices laughter and cools the boiling cement.

Beneath the cars that see, when the street lamps cascade light on to

these, these, these sleeping truths.

Today's word is: extraordinary