walks into deserted playground
indifferently, pushes memory-go-round
squeak creak
pauses. moves on
Indifference. That's the real 'thing' isn't it. And a mood so well expressed and encapsulated. Oh, Michael - another 1st class piece. Is this becoming your usual style? (The catch-the-mood-in-brevity, I mean. Not the first class... that goes without saying) .
The deserted playground a strong indication of emotion, well done... enjoyed the pause in the' memory- go- round, ' and reflected on a time where the pause meant a change of direction.
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Extremely well thought with an air of brevity.