Tuesday, 14 May 2013

Swing on Around

Photograph: George Eastman Collection 1908
Courtesy : Sepia Saturday

Days when the world seemed flat vanished,
Is it knowledge that made the world go round?
I would think it was the decay of the bones,
Now the body wrestles to budge, I find
My mind in a nostalgic loitering,
And in its lonesome walks I reach a past
Filled with an array of amazing sights.

The world is no longer round,
It is in fact, gracefully upside down!
Beside me are friends, quite a bunch,
I find my grips going tight, I wish to stay,
Is it the mind that ceased to grow?
Or is it the body that has greedily overgrown?
I feel tired looking back now.

Before I close my eyes, I want to do,
I want to lift these torrid years of existence,
Upside down, downside up,
Swing meticulously, cry out loud
In a happiness that gives no bounds,
Maybe I would grow too old for all these,
But my mind shall love the time!

Prompted by Sepia Saturday


  1. Childhood days are the best days of our life, no worries , only happiness.Very nicely captured.

  2. I believe in childhood we did have problems, but just didn't have time to think about it. The world seemed too curious to spend time thinking! :)

  3. Splendid. Swinging upside down is sheer happiness, as I remember. After reading this, I realize I've been upright for too long.

    1. Thanks a lot Helen. Hope that realization changes things. :)

  4. That's an interesting interpretation of the picture.

  5. A picture that has inspired a great poem.

  6. I particularly like your use of enjambment, which adds drama and timing to each stanza. Nicely done. BTW ~ I sent an email to Mary Kling regarding the blogroll at Poets United. Hope the problem is soon solved.

    1. Thanks a lot Kim. Both for posting your valuable comments and for taking the time to solve that problem. Thank you. :)

  7. Interesting poem for the photo.

  8. I adore the poem you have written here for this prompt. I cannot swing upside down anymore! At this age my body does protest, but your words focus memories into this photo.

  9. Oh those were the days! Thank you for such a lovely poem, and the memories it brought to me.

    1. Thank you for commenting on it. Really glad that you loved it, and it brings me joy to know that it helped you to bring back a lot of memories. :)