I know if you hate poetry, you'll hate this ... but I love this poem. It's wild, represents freedom and carefree youth ... and it's nostalgic.
Young Again
Young Again
By Maureen Sevilla
Between dusk and dawn, we meet
In flowered fields, in forests green
On snowy mountain tops
With butterflies by day and fireflies by night
At the seesaw by the swings
In a small wooden boat
On a speedy Red Flyer
The wind whips beneath arms flying
Capped milk bottles, cold metal crates
And the climbing tree waits --
With perfectly spaced branches
Eliza,
ReplyDeletePlease tell Maureen, how much I enjoyed her poem. The graphics also were lovely.
Faith
Wow, the speedy red flyer totally takes me back!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagery and sentiment. The perfectly spaced branches made my heart ache.
Beautiful poem! I could picture it all. Oh, to be young again. :) Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Love the image.
ReplyDeleteThanks everyone. I appreciate your comments. Don't encourage me too much I may send you more.
ReplyDeleteMaureen