“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
This is absolutely lovely. I really like your wordle poem.
ReplyDeleteNice ... like how you used the wordle to create this nostalgic lovely poem of lost childhood dreams!
ReplyDeleteI 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?
ReplyDeletesmles... 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
ReplyDeleteMagic 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
ReplyDeleteI 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 --
ReplyDeleteYes, those days of innocence and trust, how the world erodes at simple pleasures, love this poem
ReplyDeleteHit adulthood and things get a bit kinky!
ReplyDelete"the navied night" reminds me of Dylan Thomas.
ReplyDeleteI dont know y but you reminded me of Mary poppins!! awsome !! :)
ReplyDeleteThe good ol' days?
ReplyDeletewe 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......
ReplyDeleteWas ever there a life without bend? Well, maybe...but mine has certainly been filled with twists and turns and detours!
ReplyDeleteAh yes, I remember..... as a child I never could have imagined the twists and turned life would take!
ReplyDeleteTo mature and yet keep the capacity to enjoy life is a blessing. I like the way you ended your poem.
ReplyDeleteVery interesting and wonderful.
ReplyDeleteZQ
Seems a wonderful piece!
ReplyDeleteOh this is so beautiful. Love the navied sky and, especially, remembering, ah, remembering........
ReplyDeleteThis flows well and begs to be read aloud,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
those were the days. no responsibilities, no worries, no bills. all was just programmed for fun, fun, fun.
ReplyDeleteJamztoma
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I read it three times and with each reading it said something else to me. Pure delight.
ReplyDeleteThis 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.
ReplyDeleteMy 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
ReplyDeleteWell now, let's keep love alive, have a nice Sunday
Much love...
Oh childhood. That time to remember and sometimes imagine we're Peter.
ReplyDelete"when life was without bend'... wow.
ReplyDeletehugs!