Lost Childhood

[Silver WInd]

Lost Childhood

 

Remember those careless days

in the sunshine with sun tanned

bare feet kicking up the waterhole

 

Now lost it seems, as if within

a winter's haze, the seasons pass

just as fast as innocence begins

to wither away

 

Dreams blown upon the wind

like daffodil wishes

will they ever been seen again?

 

No longer chasing dragonflies

for dragons, or dancing with

the fairies.

 

The world seems to shrink

and nothing is quite as remembered

a favored tree appears less noble

 

It is a bittersweet realization

summer days loose their sacred

meaning and something is lost

that can never be regained.

Edited November 13, 2007 by Silver Wind

[Da_Yog]

You're really developing a knack for controlling the flow of a poem using line breaks. Very interesting. If it weren't done quite as frequently as you do it and with as much care it would definitely seem awkward. You are definitely staying on the tight-rope.

 

"It is a bittersweet realization

summer days loose their sacred

meaning and something is lost

that can never be regained."

 

I think that something would be innocence. Would it not? *Nods to himself and walks away* ...And you can never quite figure out when it went or where it went to. The land of Nod maybe...

[Silver WInd]

You're really developing a knack for controlling the flow of a poem using line breaks. Very interesting. If it weren't done quite as frequently as you do it and with as much care it would definitely seem awkward. You are definitely staying on the tight-rope.

Thank you very much for that, it is most apperciated, and as always glad you enjoy and it is good to hear from you

[reverie]

Now lost it seems, as if within

a winter's haze, the seasons pass

just as fast as innocence begins

to wither away

 

 

rev...

Edited November 12, 2007 by reverie

[Silver WInd]

Thanks for catching that for me, I always seem to have a habbit of leaving them out.