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Saturday, August 9, 2014

Straight on to morning....



Second to the right and straight
on to morning”
Whether you began from east or west
north or south the way was the same
“Second to the right and straight
on to morning”
There in a lane with no limit children
flying off without a sound spilling through
the navied night- as an infinite case of tossed
golden grain lighting the sky
Until each adult eye squinting upward
stings with sparkling tear-dropped water -
Remembering
Ah - Remembering

when 
life was 
without 
bend

~



The Sunday Whirl

25 comments:

  1. This is absolutely lovely. I really like your wordle poem.

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  2. Nice ... like how you used the wordle to create this nostalgic lovely poem of lost childhood dreams!

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  3. I do remember life without bend. It is enough to make one weep; not for myself but for my children and my children's children. But did my grandparents think this way too? Were silver linings more abundant then?

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  4. smles... the carefree days of childhood... i hope i don't lose the wonder completely... i still do cloud riddles on a regular base - and invent little stories with the figures i see....but psssh...don't tell anyone...smiles

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  5. Magic does change with age...maybe we are fortunate to remember it and re-experience it through younger eyes...lovely piece bursting with stars and tears

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  6. I hear sometimes that childhood was carefree.. But when I think back I do not remember those days as carefree... I recall loneliness and bullying.. If only children were less cruel --

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  7. Yes, those days of innocence and trust, how the world erodes at simple pleasures, love this poem

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  8. Hit adulthood and things get a bit kinky!

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  9. "the navied night" reminds me of Dylan Thomas.

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  10. I dont know y but you reminded me of Mary poppins!! awsome !! :)

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  11. we went on such fantastical journeys as kids.....i lived on a hill with plenty of woods...and it was nothing for us to be miles from home......

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  12. Was ever there a life without bend? Well, maybe...but mine has certainly been filled with twists and turns and detours!

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  13. Ah yes, I remember..... as a child I never could have imagined the twists and turned life would take!

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  14. To mature and yet keep the capacity to enjoy life is a blessing. I like the way you ended your poem.

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  15. Very interesting and wonderful.
    ZQ

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  16. Oh this is so beautiful. Love the navied sky and, especially, remembering, ah, remembering........

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  17. This flows well and begs to be read aloud,

    Elizabeth

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  18. those were the days. no responsibilities, no worries, no bills. all was just programmed for fun, fun, fun.

    Jamztoma
    jamztoma.blogspot.com

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  19. I read it three times and with each reading it said something else to me. Pure delight.

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  20. This one intrigues me. It's lovely. When I was younger life did seem a bit straighter and everything was black and white. Now it's different, but maybe not better.

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  21. My life has been winding, however along the way and certainly not confined to childhood days, there has been a stretch of no bend to preface even more bends

    Well now, let's keep love alive, have a nice Sunday

    Much love...

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  22. Oh childhood. That time to remember and sometimes imagine we're Peter.

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  23. "when life was without bend'... wow.
    hugs!

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