Friday, May 6, 2011

a streetlight named bob

The Big Tent Poetry prompt this week was to take an old poem and re-work it. I selected one I had written back in 2007 called, a streetlight named bob.

a streetlight named bob (a revision)

from her childhood bed,
the mattress now replaced,
she raised the window shade a little
in the dark -- and found the view
to be the same as it ever was.

she used to talk (in her head)
to the light across the street,
finding comfort in the quiet transference.
she named the light "Bob,"
because it sounded more friendly than "God."

Copyright © 2011 Nan P.

22 comments:

Laurie Kolp said...

Nan~ How sweet... would love to see the old version.

flaubert said...

Love that title, and I would love to see the original, nan.

Pamela

Unknown said...

I adore this. One of my daughters, from ages 2-5, had an imaginary husband named Bob. She often told me he was the same color as Jesus--"You know, Mommy, like Alex." Alex was a beautiful, dark brown American Indian boy. Your piece brought it all flooding back, a quarter century later. Thank you!

vivinfrance said...

I really enjoyed the jaunt back to childhood

Linda said...

I loved the last line--so typical of childhood.

Laurie Kolp said...

Nan- I found the link to the original poem... that one was good too, but I love the second one!

Anonymous said...

Well..you are done revising...this is just about perfect as is. vb

Tumblewords: said...

Brilliant!

Mr. Walker said...

Nan, I like this, especially "finding comfort in the quiet transference" - that line really sums it up for me, the adult perspective on a childhood practice.

Richard

Henry Clemmons said...

I really enjoyed this. Such a clear sweet voice. Reminded me of home.

Anonymous said...

Funny and cute! I like the child's voice preferring a concrete identity, I think. Bob sounds like someone you can talk to.

brenda w said...

This is lovely, Nan. I love your explanation for Bob's name.

Cathy said...

Love it! love the truth and innocence of it.

Kelly said...

I read the original, too, and I think you've made it stronger by switching the perspective. Great ending - says so much.

Mary said...

Nan, I love this bit of nostalgia. Talking to the light across the street is a bit like praying, isn't it?

Anonymous said...

Lovely visit with your childhood self.

Deb said...

What a wonderful poem, with a fantastic & surprising turn. Love it. Yup. Love.

Madeleine Begun Kane said...

How lovely ... with an unexpected twist.

Anonymous said...

lovely how the child has her own name for God

Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis Hall said...

what a divine piece.

way to go.

marit said...

I can relate to this a lot - esp. the part about 'Bob' sounding more friendly than 'God'

Maggie Patti Barbara Frankford-Walton said...

amazing one.

:)