I sit on a bench
Inside the fever of disheveled thoughts
Where children no longer play
On a turf of fun and games
Inside a playground of affable dreams
Here swings lay motionless
And sliding ponds
Are freezing streams of lost enchantment
For winter has lay barren these fields of joy
And the planet has riddled my mind
With it unmoving activity
And its icy remorse
Sure there is good and compassion
Sure there is empathy and brotherhood
Sure there is hope and love
The sky is laden with furious clouds
Passing through my psyche in an accelerated motion
Changing shape in an instant
Unfamiliar archetypes resembling forms I have always known
Beyond my vision
There is a civilized world out there
Somewhere in a distant time
In a crevice of life
When the evolved and faithful
Have endured the elements of technology
And the wrath of earth
Like an apparition I cannot get hold of
I see the future frozen
Going up and down like a sea-saw
With only voices filling the air
This has already stirred some fantastic thoughts... I love the "crevice of life"-thing; feel exactly like crawling into it and pulling a blanket over my head myself at the moment - drawing in the horns. But maybe that's the kind of fallow period which is a common requirement of all that pertains to life and health; a necessary break in the seemingly remoseless cycle: it's impossible to have any kind of "growth spurt" if you're engaged on giving out too much at the same time! Funny how these cracks in our own pavements can come out of nowhere to swallow us up for no apparent reason, though. I think that life is like a car: our own wheels get stuck in the mud sometimes, spinning round and round, but the actual vehicle - time itself - is destined to keep travelling from A to B anyway. Now there's a child-like voice wafting about that se(e/a)saw! Funnily enough, I am on a similar but different nursery-rhyme sheet today...
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on January 17, 2005
Somewhere in a distant time
Sometimes the memory of the civilized distant times is all that gets us through. Expectional as always.
ah, that elusive "civilized world"... love the way you developed the wistfully somber mood and poignant message in this engaging write, Sir Ace. very nice.
winter's deep freeze is a time of restoration and reflection; it is the season that most deeply touches my Soul. hopefully a larger share of humanity will eventually apply its lessons...
Peace to you,
Carolyn
haunting. the memory of the children's laughter leads us into that crevice of life and there emerges another spring, which will peak in a brilliant summer, begin to escape us in autumn and appear lost to us in another winter. excellent poem.
Robert, sooner or later reality is all we have left...children are no longer children and the laughter on the playground fades..Then suddenly as frightening as it is, we are forced to look at life for the first time face to face. And ourselves. Then if we don't like what we see...instead of covering the mirrors in our world...wouldn't it be better to change the image they reflect?
Excellent write Robert.
Lost in the cold present are you, Bob...only a few more months of frozen ground, then all will renew and revive...the circle of life again portrayed...Ed
Grand write Robert, your visual here were spectacular. But is it not the death of that lay beneath this frozen playground that gives unto the spring of renewal?
At some point all children leave the playground and as they do, a little piece of their innocence escapes them. The grumbling clouds cast a shadow of indifference as another carefree moment is cast off into our memory. The rest of our lifetime is spent trying to recapture that innocence and the life that was so much more carefree. If only we could turn back time, perhaps we would hold on to that innocence that we so happily traded for a feeling of being more grown up. This is a stirring and haunting write, Robert. Very nicely done.
Take care,
Sherry
Sad and beautiful, at the same time.
Written from the heart of a true poet.
Love, Bonnie
Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)
Reviewed on January 16, 2005
I like the paragraph where you say (In a crevice of life. When the evolved and faithful. Have endured the elements of technology. And the wrath of earth.
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Love and peace, Huda
Ron
And to think it was inspired by a cold and leaden winter.
You are something else.
john+=
Paul:-}
Sometimes the memory of the civilized distant times is all that gets us through. Expectional as always.
winter's deep freeze is a time of restoration and reflection; it is the season that most deeply touches my Soul. hopefully a larger share of humanity will eventually apply its lessons...
Peace to you,
Carolyn
Excellent write Robert.
Lisa
Love Tinka
Beyond my vision
There is a civilized world out there
Somewhere in a distant time
This is sad yet hopefull, a paradox.
Much food for lamenting here the ACE..
Take care,
Sherry
Written from the heart of a true poet.
Love, Bonnie
Cheers
Alain