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On Golden Bond (Prose Poem) by jmalone Mother suckled her precious joy,
and tuned his arrhythmic heart.
She focused love unto her boy,
to frame her work of art.
Momma cuddled her sacred bliss,
to seal his leaky bond.
She showered care upon the kiss,
which created his golden pond.
Grandmother hugged her grandest son,
to correct his erring way.
She instilled self-respect into her hon',
and blessed him night and day.
Grandma sustained her brightest hope,
and empowered his vital will.
She fostered trust upon his scope,
to keep the waters still.
© By jmalone
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Posted: January 22, 2006 6:53 PM PST; Last modified: January 22, 2006 6:53 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.1490035 Overall Rank: 5313 Comments:
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ALChemy @ 24.74.101.159
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23-Jan-06/8:03 AM
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Lose all the "On Golden Pond" references(i.e. Title and last line of stanza 1)and you've got yourself a really good poem.
The first two lines of Verse 2 are good, but I don't understand the last two.
This is similar in meaning to my last poem.
What this isn't, is a prose poem. That's what I don't understand.
Yes, I see how the grandmother gave him what he needed and sent him out, like God does in your poem. But "scope" is unclear, except that it rhymes, and what does "to keep the waters still" mean?
You've heard terms like "Rough waters ahead" or "Bridge over troubled waters" or "Raging like a river". The grandmother's trying to keep those kind of waters in the boy still.
I think you're confused. Bond wasn't golden, only his gun.
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