“Life is not a perfect circle, but more a triangle… a mix of varying lines and sharp corners, leading from A to B to C… and eventually back to me.”
Tripping the boundaries of time,
Tripping the boundaries of time,
reverting to peace-filled hours among
infinite fields of yellow dandelion sails
anchored in waves of green under
noontide ocean of cloudless blue.
Gone now those childhood days when
lilac scent promised endless summer…
existing now only in mind’s eye lie the
simple sweet songs of my youth.
©Ginny Brannan September 2012
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| Image: http://appetiteforphotos.blogspot.com Used with permission For the NWCU Wednesday Wake Up Call, share something using the following:
1. The colors
yellow, blue, and green
2. A triangle.
3. Peace
4. Lilacs.
5. A child.
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existing now only in mind’s eye lie the
ReplyDeletesimple sweet songs of my youth.....
beautiful poem, Ginny.
Sweetness!
ReplyDeleteLovely, Ginny!
ReplyDeleteThis has a beautiful flow and sentiment.
ReplyDeleteha some fun flow in this ginny....you just got to let that child out to sing some more....smiles...
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed you combination of words and image! Very nice! Also, really resonated to this "Gone now those childhood days...existing now only in mind’s eye lie." Kudos, Roger ☺
ReplyDeleteah,Ginny you have captured the memories well...the very reason I enjoy spending so much time with Mason. Through a child's eye the "lilac scent promised endless summer" lives on.
ReplyDeleteQuite simply gorgeous!
ReplyDeletemmmm...all of those images scream childhood to me - I miss them too. nicely done, Ginny.
ReplyDeleteLovely...those memories can bring us such peace if we let them.
ReplyDeleteLovely, just lovely.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Nicely nostalgic, Ginny. The lack of stanza-breaks actually helps keep a snug, vignette feel. Breaks may stilt the narrative (I'd almost never say that!)
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