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.

[Jack...]

Wow, talk about a surprise ending, here I was enjoying life without care, playing along the creek bed and catching rain drops on my tongue when WHAM!!! Life slaps me in the face and says, "Wake up daydreamer, there's a bill collector on the phone for you."

[Frieda P]

Ha, I love how you likened it to a 'bill collector'....thanks Jack.

[Coyote Poetry]

A not flow of words and thoughts. I like the desire in the poem. Good to have calm and peace when we can. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Frieda P]

Yes, calm and peace are a grand goal, thanks Coyote.

[Emerald Seas]

A wonderful pause into innocent childhood memories, for just a moment. The last few lines surely speak volumes and different tone. Not everyone gets a real childhood - that is a terribly sad fact. Great writing, Frieda.

[Frieda P]

Yes it is...more than you know. Thanks for the great review.

[AYVID N]

The last line hits hard! You are a genius at it!
The beautiful bubble of lazy pretty playfulness, carefree, idyllic memories bursts with a 'plop' that grates really...

[Frieda P]

I like to keep you on your toes at all times my dear Divya ;-)

[KurKota]

Beautiful images and very effective format. The pictures really add to the effectiveness. A great combining of art forms that supplement and enhance each other. The mental images created from your words are superb. I really like your style. Beautiful !!!

[KeeD]

You make us recollect all the good times of childhood and the imagery is spectacular and towards the end we realize that not everything shown is pretty, theirs an ugly truth behind every lullaby and this was amazingly well written Frieda P

[Pax]

decriptive view in your poem that made me feel the waters of the picture on the thumb... i love the crystal clear waters... and the peacefulness of the surroundings...now im wondering where is that place...great work my friend.

[Frieda P]

I'm wondering too Pax, thanks for the lovely review my dear friend.