The Swing

 

 

digging climbing her feet grazed pink cotton
candy dipped into aqua oceans she flew up
climbing high above “what’s for dinner”
and “due to insufficient funds” she
soared backward into squishy
lake bottoms netting bass
she breezed forward
past “invoices are
due”

then
she swooped
in reverse finding
herself planted firmly
in childhood green she knelt
down “ready, set, HIKE” toes
in the air again propelling towards
treetops skimming feet boisterous breath
not wanting magic memory motion to just stop

© Pamela Rossow

 

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24 thoughts on “The Swing

  1. Till Time Suspends

    She becomes one with the past,
    letting her childhood last,
    letting the magical moments go by,
    swinging low, swinging high,
    swinging up into the face of the sky,
    swinging there till time suspends,
    a place of safety where time never ends.

    Your poem was magical. Dan

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