Child's Play
The ball lies unmoving on sand, resisting the low wind
The bicycle rests beside the tangled swing
Last look at fading twilight, beyond now empty ground
I was there with them all, squealing just as hard
Grasping at the ball, while all others did
Waiting for the swing, while the ball lay still
With all now gone, taking cue from the sun
Will they talk of me? Did they see me play?
When I ran away, did they want me to stay?
Alone again, or was it so always?
Did they say goodbye? Was my wave just wasted?
As I lay down to rest, I cannot help but wonder
If I do not wake from my rest, would they feel my absence?
Is it as they claim? Is it all just child’s play?
SoleSearching at 10:50 PM
8 Comments:
Interesting....I was having the same thoughts at the same time!! The only difference was, in my case "they" were different.
That's life...you are "they" for someone else and in their own spheres of loneliness, they become you. At the end of the day, we are all in cages by ourselves.
i doubt if you have an idea of what you said...
Aru:
So true about the cages.
Atul:
Huh?
The first stanza paints such a forlorn scene. The wisp of solitude that emanates is indeed palpable.
Did they say goodbye? Was my wave just wasted?
That second question... So sad. *sniff*
Struck a nerve, this one.
If I do not wake from my rest, would they feel my absence?
a sandbox
of memories trampled,
buried under tears
unawashed after falling
from a lone swing
no one wanted to push.
I think we will. And wonder whether you ever think of us.
Soulless:
:) Images from my head sometimes flow out to paper. It is good to see they are read as they were imagined.
Blue Rogue:
Brilliant! An excellent addendum it would make!
Smithy:
And I wonder why you wonder. :)
Came across your blog and been fixated ever since. Where art thou? Why no more posts?
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