Yesterdays, A Whimsical View of Childhood Memories

 

Yesterdays

Why don’t you climb inside
my braids and sing
me a song?

swinging
out over the grasses
our feet stretched so high
the chain-link grinds
as we rise
toward
sun

Why don’t you open up your
freckles and let
me inside?

I need
to know where
the June bugs hide in the winter
when swings don’t swing
and the night
stands
still

 

 

poetry by Christina Ward

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Nature Is Breathtaking! Poetry to Celebrate Horizons

Horizons

There is something unquestionably strange
about the horizon,
always changing colors,
shifting it’s edges.
Someone is always
On the other side
Pulling it away.

If I am lucky the lily pads will
Welcome my soft steps,
The waters will yield to my weight,
The flowers will float aside
And I will grab your fingers
Before you vanish into the onward
Bending of night.

I wonder of a ball of fire…
An orb so great
No darkness could consume it,
Yet your belly swallows it whole every eve.

I am told I am a sun sign.
Would you welcome me as well?

~Christina Ward

2009

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