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Haibun: Schoolyard
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flash Member
since 2010-11-28
Posts 213miami beach, florida |
Haibun: Stopping by a Schoolyard I live near a schoolyard and sometimes I stop and watch as children play during the time they are outdoors. One day--as I stood watching them running and chasing and screaming-- a tearful sadness descended upon me. . . it seemed only yesterday I was among them--running up and down without locks or paychecks or blood pressure pills... schoolyard fence - when did i end up on this side? ---flash |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
I sadly hear you talking . . . Yep . . . Uh huh . . . ~*~ When politicians give up on liberty, it falls to poets to preserve it. Or write its epitaph. ~*~ |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Great and intense flashback emotions here, dear Al! For a few years my daughter lived just in front of a school and while most people tend to complain about the noise children produce, I found it wondrous. All that fearless passionate living, screaming, running, was after all one single praise to BEING. That's what we miss. And you say it with a touch of longing that always remains alive within. Enjoyed this much. Love, Margherita  |
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flash Member
since 2010-11-28
Posts 213miami beach, florida |
Margherita, Jerry: thanks for sharing your thoughts. Glad this seems to resonate. And thanks Margherita for your own story with your daughter. Yeah, I believe the children artex like savages trying to send us a message through their bodies while their bodies arec still alive enough and able to transmit and feel and run and scream: screaming children chasing children screaming That sums it. . . --flash |
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