Don't lock your heart away from me;
I used to hold the key.
You opened up so easily,
communicating breezily.
But now you're looking freezily,
you've bolted from my knee.
When you were my little one
we used to have such fun.
Now you mostly sit and brood,
tumbling from mood to mood.
And so I ask, though it be rude,
when will this turn be done?
Sounds like you've got a teenager! ;o) Excellent poem T!
ReplyDeleteI love this one! Such a clever take on the prompt and full of great wordplay . . . I especially loved "looking freezily" and "tumbling from mood to mood." Great magpie!
ReplyDeleteHaving raised four of them .... I totally relate! Great Magpie!
ReplyDeleteaie yie yie.........the teen years...well done!
ReplyDeleteYeah, a teenager in the house is a blast! :)
ReplyDeleteWell done! Sounds like a teenager to me.
ReplyDeleteI certainly don't miss that.
Have a great week.
Yes I can totally relate to those years...nice magpie..bkm
ReplyDeletemmm, yes, indeed... i have one too...
ReplyDeletegreat piece,
ReplyDeleteI like your style or perspective here.
Uh,...teenager? Yeah, having been a teenager just a few years back, i can say it does pass.
ReplyDeleteA door , locked or unlocked, conjures so many images, metaphors and emotions.Enlighten us, T?
ReplyDeleteBy the way, loved it!
Oh... teenagers! And to think we were all one once!
ReplyDeleteAh, those sullen teenage years. They will pass.
ReplyDeleteLaughing and yet...
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