So he's really not a real person?? Because he feels really real to me. I want him to be real.
I am in love with him, too -- a trumpet-playing, Valedictorian...farmer. I'm working with my students on creating complex characters, and I guess some of my own lessons have sunk in!
Almost didn't make it tonight."Glory Years"In those days I wascaptain of the teammaster of the ballmy confident smileforecast weekend plans--a win on the basketball courtfollowed by a chocolate sodaspinning the stool to facemy latest conquestToday I amcaptain only of scorched fieldsI spin grains of parched wheatin dry, cracked palmsjoy has been eclipsed by weather,worries, and prayer pleasfor rain, a plentiful cropone more year of plentyWhen did it go awry?(C) Carol Wilcox, 2016
Sigh. The price of adulthood. And the curse of farming the arid dry plains.
It has been so fun to see how you two have been playing off each other's work here. I agree with Carol, Mary Lee, these characters are becoming very real.Carol, love the sense of lost possibility in your poem and yet it also has such a sense of dignity.
Amazing. He IS real. And speaks such truth. I feel that these poems are just meant to be read and read. This whole project is stunning. I know I keep saying it, but... xx