Replay

this time, recollection was all sensual

the weather was rarely so beautiful

an old park lay waiting

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swings with squeaky chains

plank teeter-totters

slides and the spin around

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swinging high

ascent to descent

leg pump whirling

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movements forgotten

of playgrounds

mild breezes

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flooding back

came

joy

 

Reviews

[Lizanne]

"this time, the recollection was all sensual"......must have been a time that you went to enjoy the park with a young sweetheart. How carefree and happy those days were! Can still hear the stampede and the words of "last one on the swings is a rotten egg." This brings back many memories, like doubling on a swing. Great poem that instills that sense of freedom lost.

[Raivenne]

Wonderful memories this conjures! Beautifully penned!

[Shalini Dinesh]

Childhood memories always give us a nostalgic feeling, playgrounds, swings, old friends and time spend playing getting scolding from mom , calling us back home to study, still we would beg for 5 more mins to play.... now thinking of all that makes us smile.... lovely memories to call back... Thanks for entering the contest..

[Phibby Venable]

wonderful movement & words that bring the experience alive
again ! perfect sound and beat to the playground.

[Scarlet Pulse]

You use great imagery for the reader to see what you are describing. I think you poem is very interesting. There are many strong lines in your poem and most are created with interesting language. Good job.

[qaralynn]

makes me happy..like it

[Damien Dsoul]

I liken this poem to the feel of snapshots taken on a near-perfect day. The poem is wholly descriptive, and metaphorically sensous...

[miSS LEaf]

i remember those days of swinging steps though they have passed for sometimes, and yes, flooding back, came joy :)

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

I thought I was a kid again. Wonderful Write!