New day dawned and nostalgia awoke
Rain synchronized with the heaviness of my heart
The grass, playful like its visitors, concealed the mud I walked on
Her trick revealed with every squish
The swings ahead were as rusty as my memory
But the scent of steel fondly grasped my hands
I no longer cared that the seat was wet
No longer felt the concrete of body
Moving like a pendulum
My life was a damaged film for my mind to replay
Disturbing the audience with each unanswered question, with every missing scene
Desperation was nurtured, and I knew I wouldn't find the beginning of the roll
Just as I could never find the end of it
That morning,
Washed ashore at an unfamiliar playground,
I greeted the dreary sun feeling like a stray explorer.
-wk 1: exercise 1
I like the imagery you presented and conveyed in the poem and how you relate the fundamental questions in life.
ReplyDelete