forthright don’t seem meandering paths ~ but they are known tried and tested
shortcuts and trapdoors are much more direct ~ but lives they have ingested
My feelings are
MY feelings,
Born in some childhood place
Long before I met you
Perhaps before you yourself were born.
They emerged on the bank of some shimmering stream
Or in a bathroom splattered with blood from the gash in my head.
You were not there
Nor were you there when my heart was broken by a misdirected token of love
Passed in class.
My feelings are
MY feelings
They are the children I must care for,
Be responsible for, be there for.
Sometimes, I will let them run wild
And, like a child, they will get hurt,
But you do not hurt them.
You
Are just the swing
From which they fell
Doing so well
the thing
That swings do
Going up and down
All around
We all love to swing on our swing
Going up and down
Off the ground
And this is the song that we sing
As we swing on our swing
And go up and down,
All around.
We love to swing on our swing
And go up and down,
Off the ground
And this is the song that we sing
As we swing on our swing
And go up and down,
All around.
We love to swing on our swing
And go up and down,
Off the ground and this is the song ……
The low pressure depression
has lifted
the momentum is higher
we've weathered the storm.
Swings and roundabouts
Screams and shout-outs
Brought us together
Whatever the weather
Preschool drawings reminiscent
Heart shape cards always consistent
Childhood plays you Juliette
Romeo stands wishing duet
High school dances
Proms first romances
First nervous kisses
With occasional misses
Dates and fun with everyone
Young adult lives lived and sung
Words of love always spoken
Childhood vows said never broken
Life... choices collage
Careers higher knowledge
Work and play
Hoping some day
To see you somewhere...
Low and behold you where there
Me with mine
You in kind
On swings and roundabouts
I did loudly shout
Your scream cried
And love never died
2-3-19
Permutations Of Logic
The truth was concealed with many branches
hidden through flossy blossoms unknown roots to be
found holding swings charms and roundabouts from
one single acorn to coax oak and seedlings once more
Hiding hidden going gone oblivious and obviously
sprouting gently again from unexpected twiglets’ bright
side of the sun dark side of the moon meta-morphing
the bigger picture of life offshoots veiled in mystery
Some branches and ramifications were torn crumbled
withered like an epitaph of that epic journey from womb
to tomb a foreplay to afterthoughts hindsight glistening
light playing shadows where candid veracity prevails
The branches were concealed with many truths
hidden through perceptions un-ventured thoughts to be
exposed containing swings and roundabouts from one
singular premise to conclusion and take off once more
Camouflage Me A Poem contest - Theme used:
The Truth Was Concealed With Many Branches
08th August 2016
A torrent of life,
Bursting like a bud in spring.
Face squashed to a smile,
Leading me with eager grip
To the see-saw and the swings.
Grandchildren are such a joy
First a girl then a boy
Tears and laughter joy and pain
out walking yet again
My heart is lifted every day
watching when they jump and play
Swings and roundabouts
tunnels too new adventures to go through
Dale Sam Amy too
then baby Thea joined the queue
Theres one more waiting in the wings
that will surely liven things
With my dodgy hips knees and bones
My grandchildren will keep me on my toes
Leaving little time for woes
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