Thursday, February 11, 2010

Sunday Scribblings #198 - The Good Old Days

For this prompt, I decided to use a poem.  It expresses just a small moment in my "good old days" memories, but one I remember so vividly.  I imagined flying right out of the swing into the beautiful autumn sky.  A happy coincidence was finding this song, "Dream" by Priscilla Ahn, which goes along the same theme.  Before selecting "play" remember to go to the top of my page and pause my Playlist selections.




Here's my poem:

Taking Flight

My feet push against the earth
Higher, higher
The swing takes me up
To blue sky and then back again
Toes striking the soft, dusty brown earth
Pushing, pushing
Reaching for the sky
Imagination taking flight with the seagulls,
The robins, the wild geese
Grandma calls, “Dinner”
Releasing the chains I fly through
The air for an instant
Then feet connect firmly with the ground and
I go running back to reality and the mundane

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"Taking Flight" Copyright January 11, 2010 ajj

2 comments:

हेमंत कुमार दुबे (Hemant Kumar Dubey) said...

Nice piece of poetry.

Nita Jo said...

I appreciate that. I love this poem because it's close to my heart. Makes me think of my grandmother, who I miss very much.