Lynn W. Petty
The Magic Of Our Swing - Poem by Lynn W. Petty
I bought an old Victorian swing, with latticework atop,
All made with lath, and painted white.
The facing benches are connected with a foot platform,
Which cause the seats to swing in tandem.
It is amazing how we spend our evenings now.
We sit for several hours in the patio, talking
About our sixty-plus years of marriage,
And what has transpired over time.
The intimacy of conversation, the closeness of ourselves
To each other has, though we thought it impossible,
Increased with each hour.
Sitting on the edge of night, we speak of those forgotten
Times of youth, first loves, romance, our love and all the
Intervening things that make up living.
We speak of age, that tender defoliation of life,
And the "what and when" of the inevitable.
The swing creates a train of combustible feelings, which light
Our souls with tenderness and passion. We speak volumes
Of what might never have been said, as if there were a dawning
On the smoldering gray ashes of our lives.
The flickering world of our autumn awakens with the bloom of each Other. The swing has restored our flagging sense of rest, found in the Eternal Truth, of life, love and the eloquence of living.
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