The Playground

[ampoule]

The Playground

I love coming to the playground after you have been here,
Looking for signs you may have dropped along the way,
A fingerprint, or a footprint on the path.

I love to sit in the very swing where you leaned far back,
Letting your sneakers pull you higher and higher,
Into the sky.

I wonder if you were giddy or scared or brave,
Climbing the ladder of the high-slide.
Did you take the rungs carefully or two at a time?

I climb carefully, placing my feet in your exact steps.

Then I stand at the top, imagining you are waiting there,
At the bottom for me, but the others are yelling now,
"Hurry up! We're waiting!"

At the monkeybars, somehow I know, you would tickle me
Under my arms and I would let go, saying,
"I'll get you for that!"

I've never seen you on the merry-go-round, so I keep
My dizzy head clear and find my way instead to the teeter totter,
Where I saw you last, standing in the middle,
Balancing perfectly, end to end.

I sit on the end you left lying in the dust and I look around,
Wondering if you have really gone home,
Or are you in the woods waiting for me to play
Hide 'n Seek.

Alle alle oxen free.

AMP, July TwentySecond, TwoThousandSeven

[ampoule]

Can anyone guess what the playground is?

[motherhubbard]

What a lovely poem. I want so badly for you to find your friend, but you sound hopeful even in the end. It’s a lonely poem, but not unhappy, even though it makes me sad.

I don’t know what the playground is, but now I’m dieing to know!

[motherhubbard]

Oh, Is it her memory?

[PrinceMyshkin]

Can anyone guess what the playground is?

Obviously, it's Miller Park next to the old Armoury!

But what a poem, P., what would you (or any of us do) without poetry?
I mean food and sex and money (in whichever order you please) are fine, but poetry!
I love that poem, I could feel your heart leaning into it, holding back just far enough that you could get the words down. Wow!

[ampoule]

Obviously, it's Miller Park next to the old Armoury!

But what a poem, P., what would you (or any of us do) without poetry?
I mean food and sex and money (in whichever order you please) are fine, but poetry!
I love that poem, I could feel your heart leaning into it, holding back just far enough that you could get the words down. Wow!

Close, but no cigar. ;)

[Bii]

Ampoule, this is such a nice poem, nostalgic but not in a sugary way. You've so many good lines there, well constructed, and now with a hint of mystery!..

Is your playground a metaphor for life?

I'm very intregued.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Close, but no cigar. ;)

I would have thought that after the Bill & Monica story, one would refrain from using the cigar metaphor!

[Pendragon]

I would say your playground is a graveyard, and you are remembering someone who has passed... Nice poem. When I am wrong, I am very, very wrong...

Pen

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[ampoule]

I would say your playground is a graveyard, and you are remembering someone who has passed... Nice poem. When I am wrong, I am very, very wrong...

Pen

http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/AbsalomKane/Smilies/PuppyLove.gif


Vetty intuhresting. Could be, I suppose, and it could also be life, but it's not.

Oh...and I could care less about Bill and Monica, the same way I won't let Tiny Tim take away my joy of singing Tiptoe Through the Tulips.

[ampoule]

You have all been there.

[CdnReader]

The playground is right here.... at the Poetry forum.... (I think?)

:)

[ampoule]

The playground is right here.... at the Poetry forum.... (I think?)

:)

So, what'll it be little darlin'? A cupie doll? A teddy bear? A cigar? ;) ;)


Congratulations Cdn....You Win!! :) :thumbs_up :D :thumbs_up

[Moira]

Simply beautiful.
I've read it twice, the second time after Cdn's post and i loved it both times, each time seeing something different but so powerful.

[CdnReader]

So, what'll it be little darlin'? A cupie doll? A teddy bear? A cigar? ;) ;)


Congratulations Cdn....You Win!! :) :thumbs_up :D :thumbs_up

Wot???! No new car???! (Just kidding...:p )

Really really great poem, btw. I forgot to mention that earlier. And your analogy works beautifully.