Silver WInd Posted November 9, 2007 Report Share Posted November 9, 2007 (edited) Lost Childhood Remember those careless days in the sunshine with sun tanned bare feet kicking up the waterhole Now lost it seems, as if within a winter's haze, the seasons pass just as fast as innocence begins to wither away Dreams blown upon the wind like daffodil wishes will they ever been seen again? No longer chasing dragonflies for dragons, or dancing with the fairies. The world seems to shrink and nothing is quite as remembered a favored tree appears less noble It is a bittersweet realization summer days loose their sacred meaning and something is lost that can never be regained. Edited November 13, 2007 by Silver Wind Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Da_Yog Posted November 10, 2007 Report Share Posted November 10, 2007 You're really developing a knack for controlling the flow of a poem using line breaks. Very interesting. If it weren't done quite as frequently as you do it and with as much care it would definitely seem awkward. You are definitely staying on the tight-rope. "It is a bittersweet realization summer days loose their sacred meaning and something is lost that can never be regained." I think that something would be innocence. Would it not? *Nods to himself and walks away* ...And you can never quite figure out when it went or where it went to. The land of Nod maybe... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Silver WInd Posted November 10, 2007 Author Report Share Posted November 10, 2007 You're really developing a knack for controlling the flow of a poem using line breaks. Very interesting. If it weren't done quite as frequently as you do it and with as much care it would definitely seem awkward. You are definitely staying on the tight-rope. Thank you very much for that, it is most apperciated, and as always glad you enjoy and it is good to hear from you Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
reverie Posted November 12, 2007 Report Share Posted November 12, 2007 (edited) Now lost it seems, as if within a winter's haze, the seasons pass just as fast as innocence begins to wither away rev... Edited November 12, 2007 by reverie Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Silver WInd Posted November 13, 2007 Author Report Share Posted November 13, 2007 Thanks for catching that for me, I always seem to have a habbit of leaving them out. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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