Three-Line Melee
This poem was an experiment one day at work during some blessed quiet time, when I randomly asked different clients and co-workers to name some nouns and animals. The words were “love, flowers, heaven, hell, flowers, nature, shopping, boys, friendship, horse, cat and dog.” From that list came this poem.
The cat picked a fragrant flower
which from heaven fell in a sudden shower
Of nature’s bounteous power.
“But why the dramatic display?”
Asked the horse, “When simple fresh hay
Does a fine job any day.”
“Yeah, well, I like the smell,”
said the feline with a bell. “Besides,”
flowers from heaven surely beat hell.”
The boy who was walking alone
heard their words, then with a moan
called his shopping mom on her cell phone.
“Help me dear mother,” he wisely implored
for she had answers to friendship for one who was bored.
“My girl done left me, looking elsewhere for love.
My dog is as poor company as a plate full of grub.
Momma, please tell me, when’s my help from above?”
Wise mom that she was, she kept her mouth shut.
Knowing full well that her son would learn in his gut
That when he was his best friend, ’twould be the end of his rut.
She had taught him to pick his own flowers or hay as he liked,
be creative and generous when resources were tight
and with simple kindness avoid a big fight.
The friends were there all along, though with lessons unseen
And with a fresh start his heavy heart was made lean
Renewed, this young man eventually found his soul queen.
April Murdock
6 June 2008
This poem was an experiment one day at work during some blessed quiet time, when I randomly asked different clients and co-workers to name some nouns and animals. The words were “love, flowers, heaven, hell, flowers, nature, shopping, boys, friendship, horse, cat and dog.” From that list came this poem.
The cat picked a fragrant flower
which from heaven fell in a sudden shower
Of nature’s bounteous power.
“But why the dramatic display?”
Asked the horse, “When simple fresh hay
Does a fine job any day.”
“Yeah, well, I like the smell,”
said the feline with a bell. “Besides,”
flowers from heaven surely beat hell.”
The boy who was walking alone
heard their words, then with a moan
called his shopping mom on her cell phone.
“Help me dear mother,” he wisely implored
for she had answers to friendship for one who was bored.
“My girl done left me, looking elsewhere for love.
My dog is as poor company as a plate full of grub.
Momma, please tell me, when’s my help from above?”
Wise mom that she was, she kept her mouth shut.
Knowing full well that her son would learn in his gut
That when he was his best friend, ’twould be the end of his rut.
She had taught him to pick his own flowers or hay as he liked,
be creative and generous when resources were tight
and with simple kindness avoid a big fight.
The friends were there all along, though with lessons unseen
And with a fresh start his heavy heart was made lean
Renewed, this young man eventually found his soul queen.
April Murdock
6 June 2008
