When I Was Born

“When I was born,”
Grandpa’d say,
recalling his youth.
Not, “In my day,”
like other old-timers.
used the expression
whenever discussing
the Great Depression.

Today I’m the same age
he was then,
though not nearly as old.
I see when
he looked back, he saw
each day as new morn,
another time
he’d be reborn.

I wanted to use the last Story-a-Day Week One prompt, “When I was born…”, for a story, but ran out of time. I saw my old friend Joy Ann Jones was running a new series looking for 55-word poems, so I’m trying to do justice to both. And since today is my birthday and I’ve reached “that age,” I decided to write knowledge-of-age poem. So there you go…

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To Move the World

Archimedes

Between two lines of trees,
one east, t’other west,
Sun walks nurse’s shadows
from sunup to sunset.

She feeds vestiges of snow
from a winter too long,
too high, too dark,
to hopeful, budding maples.

In a new geometry, they
stretch their lever limbs
upon this fulcrum of our year,
moving sleeping poets to song.

A 55-word poem for the second of my April poem-a-day challenge. I hope Archimedes would approve.