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Barefoot Boy
As a barefoot boy in summer,
I stared at the sky trying
to force my way into it.
A bottomless blue above me strained
against my eyes causing me to squint.
Secretly I knew (in the part of my brain that I think
Divinity touched) my arms
were not long enough
nor my heart big enough to get there.
Just a boy on my back
in the venitian shade of a mesquite tree,
I remember the chiggers taking hold,
but the smell of the dirt and grass subdued me.
And the sky, its open
distance begging at me,
asked me quiet questions.
(c) E. S. Fitzgerald 2006
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Comment by: jtcina - 2007-05-10 10:55
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| Great job here. You successfully capture the futility of a boy in a massive universe. As a juxtaposition, I love the beauty of it. It's as if one can only properly digest the grandeur of it all in the microcosm of a child's perfetion. |
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Excellent imagery! The duration of the poem stirred me, yet the ending left me in perfect peace.
Bravo. |
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| oh I love this - really really nicely done! Great word pictures and a lovely sentimentality to it. Definately draws one into it and holds them there with you. |
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Comment by: doc1366 - 2007-04-24 12:01
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This is a great capture piece. You really bring us into the world of the poem, simpley and effectivley.
The mention of "Chiggers" and the "venitian shade of a mesquite tree" also set the place very well.
As a fellow Texan, I feel that same dirt between my toes, long removed but forever there. As a foundation, a connection to the past and to one another.
I've always said you were a great poet. And I'm right, you should post more of your verse.
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