Coming off a fell
at the end of an autumn walk
when kids aged 10 or under
sense there’s no more talk;
go horizontal,
roll downhill in spinning wonder.
Shout and giggle, twist
in mud and thistles, sheep shit.
Why stay with feet on the ground?
This earth is too much fixed;
so whirl the grass, kiss
the sky Old Codger stomping, stomping, stomping down.
Beautiful, words that paint a picture.
ReplyDeleteHI, u are very good playing with words,Pam.
ReplyDeleteThanks Toltec:
ReplyDeleteA present back:
TODAY’S THE DAY
Today woke up like birthday cake in bed,
like Catherine Wheels fizzing round the space in my head;
today skipped about like dolphins in the sun,
like kangaroos on trampolines fizzing full of fun;
today waved its arms with a laugh and a shout,
so I stopped it and asked: “What’s all this gladness about?”
And it gave me a hug and sang, “Follow me…
today’s the day,
there’s only today,
there’s never been a day like me!”
dzai (appliedpiper@mac.com)
I am a very new writer working on my first book. And long-story short, I just got done writing for the night and your T.S. Eliot quote fit my story perfectly. The setting of my story is in heaven, and I was describing a process in the story very much resembling your quote. I have been looking and searching for a lot of quotes and musings on heaven, and that makes it weird that a T.S. Eliot quote would capture my sense of it, much like your poem did as well. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteLove poetry. This is very nice. :)
ReplyDeleteLike it. Makes me feel playful.:)
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