#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo Day 24
Squeaky unoiled hinges
Of swings in the park
Sweaty breeze on the face
Games in an idyllic noon
A clang of metallic toy ponies
Multi-hued flying frisbees
Muddy barefoot squeals
Merry-go-round treble
Run and hide, hide and seek
Playing till night descends
Yes, freedom of innocence
Long lost, yet dearly craved!
Poetry inspired by the book cover for Henry. E. Roscoe. Spectrum Analysis. London: MacMillan and Co, 1869 — Source.
I’ve got something in my pocket
Tiny glass orbs
Colors of the kaleidoscope
Crinkly toffee wrappers
A dried leaf
A crumpled petal
A rock so smooth
A broken pencil
A wish that the sun stays
On the horizon, for a bit more
So that childhood can play
Just a tad longer
It will not hurt
What you don’t know?
Truth wrapped in muslin
Pulsates gently
Waiting to birth
To sound the death knell
Of sweet ignorance
Blissful innocence
As the soul soaks in
Lies and tales
Appeasing the mind
But stealing the heart
Of the pure joy of knowing!
Where the vine tangles
Trumpet flowers grow in
Peachy, blissful, innocence
Sweet, balmy fragrance
Covering a vast facade
Of suffocating branches
So in life, beauty captivates
Even as breathless leaves
Perish gently in the breeze
Find me the peace
Of pure innocence
Free me from shackles
Let me sense miracles
Unleash the inner child
Conjour faces in a cloud
Marvel at a shimmery bug
Whisper to a tiny bird
Play with a grass blade
Count stars in night’s parade
Let my soul revel in nature;
A haven for every creature!
Blue Pen Strokes 