my wall
is discolored:
graphite squiggles
of a pudgy hand,
deliciously dimpled,
crimped around
a stubby blue pencil,
the other leaving faint
smudges on the wall-
of you,
of three year old
thoughts,
of the afternoon’s
last lights,
shadows
that crush
time
to fit
that small, young grip.
P.S: Linked to Trifecta Writing Challenge (http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2012/12/trifecta-week-fifty-four.html). This week’s word is:
CRUSH (transitive verb) having the meaning: to reduce to particles by pounding or grinding <crush rock>
rash-me-ramble 
nice blog post!
🙂 thanks
I do love this. (: A very precious slice of life.
spent some time with my friend’s lil boy last night. think he inspired this one 🙂
Beautiful words.
🙂 thank you
Shabaasshh ! This is what one refers to as drawing a picture with letters, instead of brush strokes.
🙂 happy to hear that, balchan
‘afternoon’s last lights, shadows that crush time’ beautiful!
🙂 thank you, Kymm
This is beautiful, you really capture a moment in just a few words.
🙂 good to hear that, Katie
Lovely. I particularly like how the images themselves are of the messy, clumsy bits of childhood but the overall effect is so, so sweet.
🙂 thank you, Annabelle
I like how you captured the essence of a three-year-old, and especially liked the crushing time phrase.
🙂 happy to hear you say that
Following the light. Nicely done!
🙂 thank you, joe
Lovely poem! One of my twins is a wall scribbler. I have no idea where she finds crayons and such, but she does.
🙂 twins? that’s double fun, isn’t it? this one’s about her, then 🙂
Great sound to this, “Deliciously dimpled” “Crimped” — and that last image was great. This is definitely up there with my favorites this week!
🙂 good to hear that, Brian
Full of love and all the emotions that only a mother’s heart can hold. I could feel it.
🙂 good to hear that, habiba