Wednesday, September 14, 2011

The Playground (New Poem)

I sat down to write a poem about one thing, and it turned into something else. Enjoy and comment.

Love and Lyte,

Fire Lyte


The Playground

Little boy / Little girl
gazing at ground, toeing the dirt,
fixes eyes for one moment.
Saying, in high tenor that
comes before Biology screws things up,

I love you.
Do you love me back?

It's an inspiration when you
realize you not only never
left that time, that place,
but that you need to not
ever leave,
that little voices are for freedom.

We don't know not to ask the bad
questions or to lie to make it better.
We just know to express, to
not filter,
to expect our altruism returned.

Rewarded.

This is the place of deepest sincerity,
the place at which you are your most.

At times, in brief moments when
wishful thinking and dread breed epiphany,
I believe Heaven is this place.

That we are each Adam and Eve,
but that we are also the Serpent.
Rather like the future tree coaxing
the seed into sprouting life
so that the tree can be.
The future calling to the past,
tempting us with

Driver's Licenses and Booze
and Sex and Paid Vacation

telling Little Adam and Little Eve
that sometimes the lie is the
higher truth.

Brightly colored slides and
gravel pits and games of
pretend and

Magic

walked away from, willingly,
apple in hand.

This is why time moves faster
as we get older.
Giddy with anticipation for
Recess.

3 comments:

  1. Forget the guy/gal that rated your poem as dumb. As someone who also writes poetry (on occasion), I thoroughly enjoyed reading it. Thank you for posting. :)

    Blessings.

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  2. That we are each Adam and Eve,
    but that we are also the Serpent.
    Rather like the future tree coaxing
    the seed into sprouting life
    so that the tree can be.

    LOVE THIS

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  3. I clicked "Smart" because I feel dumb for not understanding a few parts of this poem the first time through, but I like it anyway!

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