As A Child Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

As A Child



Across the lake like a desperate cry
I’d catapult the smoothest stone
that I could find and watch it fly
high into the air to hover there alone.

Now I wonder why,
years later, I remember it high
up against the sun, as if I did not share
in its long fall into the deep dark water there.

Wednesday, November 11, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Liza Sudina 11 November 2015

your poems are fascinating and magnetizing. want to reread them again and again! Add..

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Charl Cilliers 11 November 2015

You have a generous heart, Liza! My sincere thanks Charl

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Charl JF Cilliers

Charl JF Cilliers

Cape Town, South Africa
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