Days Don't Return

As I sat there looking at the waves,
Thinking of olden days, my heart craves,
How I miss riding on a mare,
Looking at the waves, I just sat there.

Floating like a swan I once played,
With growing age energies fade,
Running behind waves as far as I can,
I once played floating like a swan.

I played digging the sand,
Dirtying my little hand,
Remembering the past, on sand I laid,
Digging the sand I played.

Playing with other kids, was so much fun,
Thinking of it bring joys a ton,
Of how we caught fish with squids,
It was so much fun playing with other kids.

Days don’t return but memories do,
Our eyesight fades and energies too,
So play while young for old you will turn,
For memories do but days don’t return.

Author's Note

Poetry of the form SWAP QUATRAIN:

Within the Swap Quatrain each stanza in the poem must be a quatrain (four lines), and where the first line is reversed in the fourth line. In addition, line 2 must rhyme with line 1, and line 3 must rhyme with line 4 and so on.

Rhyming pattern: AABB, CCDD, and so on.

Reviews

This is a cautionary tale delivered excellently.
I love the flow of the piece, it was easy and enjoyable to read.

[An owl on the moon]

I love the imagery.. lines fading passage by passage... As memories fade and flow, so do your glimpses.. Beautifully expressed... Powerful recollections.

[HorrorMaster]

Very well written, i thought it was good.

[A.Lee]

This is very well written. I like the fading effect with the text. Nice work.

[Dev]

I like the way you presented it. It's a very nice write. You may want to look into how it keeps jumping tenses though.

Also, "How I miss to ride on a mare,"(riding on a mare) "I once played floating like (a) swan."

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

Lovely structure of the poem...it willows like the gentle blue waves and stirs a myriad of emotions in the reader's mind.

[Sara]

i think it's really cool how you faded the text; it just fits the poem flawlessly and gives it such an unusual look (now *i* want to try something like that in my poetry ;))... that last stanza just sounds so wise and introspective; i can just imagine the old man in the picture dishing out advice like that to all us young'uns... good job. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem. Your words are true. We may not the great energy of youth. But our memories still can create a smile because of the good days of being young. The poem was a pleasure to read. Thank you.
Coyote

[Taylor H.]

very good poem! Loved this

[deeps]

This is a very well written piece here.