Child’s play, so pure and free
I yearn to feel that freedom
Their beauty of innocence calls to me
I can’t help help but answer with glee
The tableau fades quickly as a mist
Trying to grasp the evaporating image
So goes my heart in the loss of hope
This endless game of starting again
Only to end up in the same spot
From where I started
This poem brings me memories of my childhood. I can relate. I used to watch or play with my nieces and they always do things that brings that innocence and purity of a child.
Thanks for the emotions you brought up, Honoria! “) <3
Dear ME,
Thank you for your thoughtful reply. Hearing those screams of delight and joy is like a natural high. I especially liked your memories of watching your nieces at play. Thank you for such a sweet comment. H🌷
Beautifully penned, H. Childhood memories are often innocent and pure, then life and responsibility become the way of adults. Some anyways. Appreciate you.
Damian
Dear D,
And there in lies the rub! Those dang adult responsibilities. ☹️ Alas, we grab the joy where we can. Thank you very much for your kind comment. I really appreciate it. H🌷
Like a carousel, it just keeps going, circling back
Dear W,
Exactly. And it makes me a bit car sick in its motion 🤢
Thank you kindly for your thoughtful comment. It’s so nice to see a lot of here to carry on. 😊
H🌷
Groundhog Day was a great movie! 😁
No matter how many times we work our way through life’s patterns, the wise always come away with something new. And then there’s folks like me who don’t even realize we’re caught in a repeating cycle.🙄
Ignorance is bliss 🌼
Dear AJ,
Ignorance is bliss until some do gooder comes along and tells you it’s all wrong. 😡
Life makes me think of the ocean and its ebb and tide pattern. Everything comes back. Good, bad and indifferent.
Thank you for kind comment but I’m skipping Ground Hog Day. I’ll meet you for Four Weddings and a Funeral though 😃
H🌷
“You’ve Got Mail” or “Don Juan DeMarco” 😁
I used to wonder when it would all stop, how I would be able to let go of wanting things I thought I would never have.
Seeing children play made me feel anything but happy.
Cycles only end when we give in, not give up. Thats how I found freedom.
I’m done preaching now 🙂
Fabulous poem, Honoria.
I’m holding you in thought, as always.
Dear M,
I agree. The liberation felt when oppression of any making is released is wonderful. I’m so glad you’ve found some of that freedom. I’m going to raise hell when I find mine. Until then I’m going to need all of you to keep flying straight 😊
Thank you for your lovely comment.
H🌷