Swing

Swing

A Poem by Kristina Moulaison
"

Illusion of age.

"

little girl

cloaked in this old skin

armor of age, wrinkled in defiance

a diploma of years, buffer against

visible want and fear, feet still swinging

in and out, trying to get higher

waiting for a push


© 2014 Kristina Moulaison


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it's relating the mind and body, though age wrinkled her, still energetic and lively, I see like wise.
well written,
sayed

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Kristina Moulaison

10 Years Ago

Thank you again! I look forward to reading your work too! :)
Growing up is a long process and awakening can be instant. I like wrinkled in defiance...Bravo...........................

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Kristina Moulaison

10 Years Ago

Thanks so much Sami!
Sami Khalil

10 Years Ago

You are welcome...:)...............
Mmmmmmm ... This touches me in a place that I thought had dried up. Innocence, childlike wonder, and trust, and every other component to innocence. Still alive in someone. Perhaps I should check inside myself ONE MORE TIME.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Kristina Moulaison

10 Years Ago

I'm still just playing grown up. :)
I find this oddly related to catcher in the rye. I find that within that book the deeper meaning was that we all wish to hold on to the innocence of our childhood even though it is too far gone.

Your poem is very very well written :D

well done

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Kristina Moulaison

10 Years Ago

I like that...thank you! :)

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Added on February 19, 2014
Last Updated on February 20, 2014
Tags: aging, vulnerability, life

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Kristina Moulaison
Kristina Moulaison

Bellingham, WA



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I write. Read me. We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, la.. more..

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