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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

Comments

  1. Vandana Sharma14 May 2013 at 11:35

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

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  2. Anand S Unni14 May 2013 at 11:43

    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! :)

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  3. Helen Killeen Bauch McHargue14 May 2013 at 16:50

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

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    1. Anand S Unni14 May 2013 at 20:56

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

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  4. Postcardy15 May 2013 at 11:33

    That's an interesting interpretation of the picture.

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  5. Bob Scotney17 May 2013 at 06:13

    A picture that has inspired a great poem.

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  6. Unknown17 May 2013 at 07:21

    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.

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    1. Anand S Unni17 May 2013 at 14:31

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

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  7. Kristin17 May 2013 at 07:57

    Interesting poem for the photo.

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  8. Unknown17 May 2013 at 18:34

    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.

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  9. 21 Wits18 May 2013 at 05:05

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

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    1. Anand S Unni19 May 2013 at 00:26

      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. :)

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