Going for water on a train.

A short train journey,
Usually my music and me;
But this time there was he,
and his, they were three.

Clothed in fluorescent shades,
dirty from hours of play,
tired little limbs of theirs,
safe under his protective glance.

Number one, a brown angel's face,
Head firmly on the paternal lap,
a strong arm for him to hold on to,
as he slept, daddy's pet.

Number two, was a little away,
dozing on a bench all to himself,
stealing sleepy glances at his siblings,
an unspoken language, tied the three.

Number three, right next to me.
Droopy of eye, but sure of finger;
Took the words of Frost to heart,
and wrote them down, "Going for water".

Never did I know Number one's lap;
Nor will I comprehend Number two's lingo.
But Number three and I, we had Frost.
And we shared him thus - an unspoken agreement.

Befriending Wall.

He lives out his life on this online wall,
420 characters define his life's stories.

Friends from everywhere, some made right here,
his solemn duty is to post, comment and update.

Family he has almost forgotten to take into account,
remind him of their existence with a relationship request.

Here, it is all about the glee in his life,
and the gakusei takes over sometimes, to gloat.

sometimes this wall requires immediate attention,
then he better not forget to tag, those concerned.

He has loved here, fought here, lost here, found here,
been poked, hugged, kissed, courted, and even thwarted.

And in the tradition of what a wise poetic man once said,
he says to himself, "Good walls make good friends".


This is poem 11 for Robert Lee Brewer's April PAD Challenge 2011. The prompt: "Profile Poem".

The form is couplets, a set of 7 in all.