Rock It Bye Baby

  I want to remember

            a past with Sweet Peas

easy breezy summers

& mazy, lazy days

   wading in the pools of curiosity

childhood laughter

          echoing from the trees

jumping fish and frogs

         collide to do a dance

 Prancing along the rocks

                  brilliance of cobalt blue

skimming stones

                    to watch them thunder

my mind drifts

         like a swing

 over the sea

Pearls of raindrops

              start to cascade

catch them

              on the tongue,

                 they taste of awe

chrism's of rock candy 

              plummet from the sky

               _THE WINDS OF WINTER IMPLODE MY FANTASY_

                reality as stark bluebell's child

                     with pitiful saucer eyes

               rock it by baby is not a lullaby  

                                                              

Reviews

[Horizon K.]

Like waking from a dream into bad reality! The beginning pulled me in, with your vividly images of those lovely innocent days... Then a winter slap in the face!! Wake up! You're an adult now!
I think we can still find those moments though... I hope. And yeah, i never understood why anyone would sing that dark lullaby to thier child.
Wonderful Frieda!

[Frieda P]

Ha that's a good way to put it, a 'winter slap in the face'...I like that. Thanks Horizon.

[I, Rene]

Sweet Peas are lovely, and so are you, not all childhoods are perfect, some do not even get to have a childhood, some never have a home to call their own, some are fellow gypsy's, some hurt no matter how much you love them.

[Frieda P]

Awh what a sweet thing to say ROliver thanks so much for reading me.

[I, Rene]

you're so welcome

[KAOlmsted]

Had to grin a bit; I called my first husband Sweet Pea. But, because I know you, I read on with a bit of a knot in my stomach...I knew this wasn't going to be a light and airy piece, despite the amazing imagery. The resounding "thud" at the end was nothing short of brilliant. Superb write, Frieda...no surprise there.

[Frieda P]

Sweet Peas can be lovely trouble, thanks for the great review the kimmer.

[KAOlmsted]

Always my pleasure.

[Frieda P]

You're awfully subdued today, all tuckered out? ;-P

[KAOlmsted]

;-) I have my book open in another tab, doing some much needed editing; I'm back and forth...done with my RRs, so the distractions are minimal...still...can't bring myself to log off *laugh*

[Frieda P]

I'm not complaining, just saying ;-P

[KAOlmsted]

I should really write something new but I can't get Baby to be pissed off at me so there is no muse xD

[Frieda P]

hahaha I'm sure you've not put your all into it! ;-P

[KAOlmsted]

;-)

[MOON]

Lovely journey invariably the fall . Beautiful write.

[Frieda P]

You got it, thanks Moon!

[Corset]

ha! Frieda this is genius actually. Nursery rhymes are not very sweet in origin are they? The are mostly about the black plague and such, London bridges was written when the the bridge made of wood and clay survived the great London fire in 1666 I think, fascinating that the origins of most nursery rhymes we sing to our children are so morbid, lol.

[Frieda P]

I know really, who the feck started that trend? Let's scare our kids half to death, ahhh sweet revenge lol

[Lover Of Words]

What an amazing journal you just took my eyes on... A great read... People fall... Babys do to but they still rise... This is how i see this write love the whole thing... Another specatular peice!

[Frieda P]

Thank you kindly ms Kelysey, glad you enjoyed it...nice review ;-)

[Lover Of Words]

LOL did someone forget how too spell my name? hahaaha your welcome lovely lady the pleasure was all mine

[Frieda P]

Blame the sheep...they never do their damn jobs! ;-P

[Lover Of Words]

OKay i wiill let it slide just this once... boy your hands must have been playing a game with the keyboard.. And i thought my name was easy to spell.. Never seen it like that before :-P

[beautiful dreamer]

lol mum spells it with an i and i'm like mum no! it's ey not i

[Frieda P]

I type too fast for my own good, and when I'm uber sleepy, I'm not paying attention, sorry about that...um Kelysey...ha I actually did it again! I give up, Kelsey !

[Lover Of Words]

LOL i dont mind Frieda i find it funny :D

Beauiful i know she spells it that way

[Frieda P]

You guys related? ;-?

[Lover Of Words]

LOL no!

[beautiful dreamer]

no lol. i wish. we're best friends hundreds of miles away lol

[Carolann Dowsett]

A beautiful journey into childhood splendour, of summer days and innocence, with a nice big slap in the face at the end :) Awesome as always Frieda.

[Frieda P]

Hope you didn't get slapped too hard Carolann ;-)
Thanks...

[Carolann Dowsett]

Nah not too hard, I actually love the way you did that. Its poetry with bite :)

[Frieda P]

RAWR ;-P

[Carolann Dowsett]

LOL

[David Scott]

Yes dear... the bow does break. Everything falls, "baby and all". Still, enjoy the swinging and the breezes. Take in what you can because either way you must face the ground at the end of things and sometimes nearer the beginning...
A sad little song with a beautiful melody of poetry today.
Very lovely and very true.

[Frieda P]

Sometimes you confuse me David, and I think you do it on purpose. ;-)

[David Scott]

Ha... No dear. Maybe I'm just confused and it comes out that way. Just ask and I will clear up any confusion if I can. :-)

[khalid]

i feel here longing to the memories of childhood which can never be forgotten. i think all people would like to live this stage with all the fu and freedom of responsibility. very nicely penned. i liked the images as well as the words picking..

[Frieda P]

Thanks khalid for your sweet review.

[InsanityWriter]

Again, your imagery and words are spectacular. :) Awesome job! (:

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Skittles ;-)

[critic h]

ending no less perfect than the begin.
a perfect flow of events.people say that childhood is the best part of the life.... they just say it but you have proved it.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much critic h.....much appreciated.