Shards Poem by Jenny Kalahar
Shards
There is more than a rippled pane of tinted glass
between air I exhale
and the world I used to live in
under the tree of my childhood on tire swing
fingers forgetting to grip the rope
arms hanging over the rim
a swoop relaxing my soul
soaring me into the future second by second
where I would grow
inch by inch
and the rope would rot
and the branch above would fall
and crumble into termited fluff
and tinted glass would rise on an unseen lever
separating me from countless hopes of childhood
the cold surface real but not
and I wait
wait
wait
until whatever moment a hammer will appear
to smash restraints to shards
A genuinely nostalgic depiction of your/our uncannily self-revealing childhood days. I loved perusing this titillating piece.
a swoop relaxing my soul soaring me into the future second by second where I would grow inch by inch./// fantastic and superbly written on the growing up childhood; love this expression
Yesterdays childhood still stays strong in our minds You took me back with the tire swing. Where nothing else mattered.
Thank you, Lyn! I feel sorry for any child who never knew the pleasures of a rope-suspended tire swing. - Jenny
Very effective images juxtaposing childhood dreams with reality. Disappointment has a way of imposing obstacles and creating the challenge to overcome them.
Inch by inch! Growing up! ! ! ! Hustle and bustle. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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A beautiful poem indeed on childhood. Thought provoking write. Loved it. Congrats on being selected as poem of the day.