Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Can't build a carousel

But I can build a swing ...

SWING

The tree may now stand silently at peace,
marking years in growth of strangling vine
and mem'ries of children's lost laughter,
pulsed with glee and fear upon the swing.

Sweep forward with reach of toes and yearning
to tickle pillowed clouds or winking star;
then back -- back with tight curled legs
in quick cycled loss of a youthful dream.

Aye, I found a limb at Sakin'el
that once had clutched long tether ropes
to anchor a young soul to Mother Earth,
yet still allow the spirit to fly.

I could build another, I suppose;
a wee bit sturdier perhaps
to allow for -- well -- age and all,
and weary feet closer to the ground.

Then again, I could share this past thrill
in many tales of the child within,
for memory needs no second chance
to create and nurture everbe.

The ever silent breeze will whisper
of the swing from 'till to yesteryear,
whenever I laugh in innocence,
and reach beyond my limits and fears.

3 Comments:

At 9:59 PM, Blogger Steph said...

"for memory needs no second chance
to create and nurture everbe."

I can't possibly explain it to you, brother, but you just answered something for me. Solved a Stephie conundrum, you did. And with style...oh, with such style. Lovely words, Faucon.

Steph

 
At 11:40 PM, Blogger Fran said...

To swing so high
and ride the cloud
to childhood. Lovely thought and as Steph said, with style.

 
At 5:35 PM, Blogger Lois said...

As an adult I often laugh in childlike innocence to banish fears and unhappy thoughts,
to laugh to run into the breeze to feel the wind and the rain on my face and to laugh loudly and then way way down it evaporates and I am happy once more...
It is like being at the top of a mountain, but then one cannot find such a place just around the corner...so one has to find the ridiculous in life to let go in that high pitched glee of some stupid act one has been part of.
I do it all the time
Just for me
Others may think me silly
But my Dog and I, can laugh
Because we no longer climb
those mountains as once we did.

Lois (Muse of the Sea) 14/11/05.

 

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