The lone swing.

You slid down my rainbow once
taking with you all my colours.
All that’s left
is an empty swing
on a dead tree
hanging by a thread of hope
that you promised me
a pot of gold.
However you took
the wind too
there’s no oomph
in my sails
just a swing
that won’t swing,
and I’m finding it
difficult to breathe.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love this metaphor...i felt this poem...i am always amazed by your variety of offerings...
j.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Beautiful metaphor use and poignant, melancholy imagery Andrew. Like the Wizard of Oz in reverse. I feel the despair, the panic, the painful emotion in your evocative words. Everything in this poem is perfect, except for the sheer loss of love experienced. I know the feeling well. Love this.

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful poem. The days of swings. You took me back a few years. Thank you Andrew for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote