- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Free Play
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Click hereTwilight shadowing west,
even the willow looks tired.
I've mellowed to a calmer state,
teeter tottering to acceptance.
You smile,
I'm up tilted
over the playground,
swinging toward freedom
from those depths. A minute
shifts the world, word, face
turns to the other side of real
and bumps dirt, stones again,
like a sliding board with rust--
you won't slip straight through,
but scratch down part way,
or you go around, around.
Someone spins the wheel,
crazy running, sky twists
into kaleidoscope shards.
Dizzy. You want to oh just
jump off, catch bearings.
Some kids can go straight
across the monkey bars,
hand to hand in smooth
self-propelled ride, settling
feet first, striding to evening.
Luna smiles like your mom,
who calls, you come Schwinning
home to dinner, bath, bed, story,
kiss, a safe goodnight.
Did you ever wish
to close your eyes
and wake up 8 again?
- COMMENTS
LeBrozabout 16 years agoThis poem was selected from Lit's archive of over 39,500 poems for inclusion in today's Archival Review.<br>
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LeBrozabout 16 years agoDecades later what once was is a distant memory as we long for simpler, less complicated times, where all of life's worries and strife were someone else's province.
JCSTREETalmost 20 years agoYou evoke childhood
You give your love - it is all soft and nice but not bland
Carl
JCSTREETalmost 20 years ago. . . subjective - not judged by academic standards but by the feeling evoked in the reader.
This rader is evoked
jthserraalmost 20 years agowhere rusty slides are the worst of your worries. Some wonderful language here... I loved the Schwinning home and the teeter totter tilt you turned on your world, if for just a moment. A peaceful, innocent look into a tranquil place for most people. Your verbing of the playground equipment and bicycle gave a wonderful feel to the poem, drawing me onto the playground with you... very good.
jim : )
