From where i sit, i see two swings,
alternating movement, dangling free feet..
shading the view,the dark trees,
extending in all sides,like frame of movie..
my mind no longer,on words i hear,
but instead mapping,images to memory.
a summer afternoon,hot and humid,
of childhood friends,smiles and screams..
and soon my heart,is no longer with me,
for tonight it has found,the best moments to re live…
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Written for One shot Wednesday
I like the very much..what a great impromptu memory you were able to capture…
thank you for sharing. Siggi in still sunny Downeast Maine
I like it. Sweet memories of childhood days. Blessings…
Sweet and delicate write Nimue. Much enjoyed ~ Rose
Reliving some moments can set perspective of where we are now….enjoyed your poem.
smiles. yes there are those moments i would love to recapture and two friends on a swing sounds like a great one…
sweet poem.
Brings back those amazing childhood memories π
Wonderful poetry!!
Childhood memories are the best and your words bring them back to me so clearly. Nicely done!
I especially like the tone and image of the first two lines!
i like how u expressed flowing back to the memories π You make me want to take a long ride down a country road and swing my sorrows away π .
memories and friends! lovely to re-live, great to keep!
Memories such as these are always nice to have and think about, nice one.
Ah, the sentiment of fond memories expressed very well. Enjoyed.
So very sweet.
Aaahhh… I get ’em too.. pangs of nostalgia… and isn’t it just lovely?!!??!?
Enjoyed this poem, Nimue… it took me into another world altogether…
(smiles and hugs)
I love this poem, the nostalgia that builds and sweeps the speaker away. And the line “but instead mapping,images to memory” is gorgeous.
margo