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
Nice ‘picturesque’ poem.
Thanks, Autumn.
love the use of form here, the transition is really nice and sweetly subtle like a swinging!
Feet dipped in the skies is such a lovely idea isn’t it? I have one written with the same thought 
Great minds eh? It will be in my new book coming in May, hope you will read 
Here is my latest
http://magicinthebackyard.wordpress.com/2012/01/16/shine-eternal/
Thanks so much, Kellie. Appreciate it. Yes, I do love to dip my toes into azure skies
I will happily read in May. Looking forward to it. xo
wonderful, whimsical yet it something that’s true and real. we did to step back be free for while before Continuing on. well done
Thanks, Leah. . .yes, to be free. . .
A concrete poem that swings so well it sends your head and heart into the clouds of childhood.
Awh, thanks, Thomas
We all have the power to ‘swing’ things around – how beautifully you said that, Pamela! ♥
Yes, we do. Thanks, Corinne! xo
pam, i truly love this piece! wow! right there with you! i am sharing this at https://www.facebook.com/DangerousLinda thank you!
You’re a sweetie
. Glad you liked it. . .can picture you swinging with a tripod set up! I need a tripod!!!! Thanks for sharing! xoxoxo
It’s a wonderful feeling to be as free just like that
Yes, I need to play on one soon
Lovely and postmodern…
Thank-you, Evelyn.
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
Awh, Dan, I’m swinging, swinging, dipping and diving past my adult problems and heading back to sweet childhood. Lovely poem, sir!
WOWWWWWWWWWW…I was swinging with you……Thank you….As always…..XOXOXOXOXOXOXOOXOXOXOXOXOOXOXO
Come with me, Bonnie! There are two swings awaiting us in my neighborhood with a beautiful view of a lake
Always,
xoxoxoxo
I like it Pamela Sparrow… You are a clever girl
A
Thanks, A. I prefer Sparrow to boca
Par
I love it, proving that the depths of your imagination can take you away from those pesky things that just make you feel blargh!!!
Yes, SJ! Blargh!!!!
xo