Saturday, October 19, 2013

dVerse: Escape into Poetry

dVerse: Poetics ~ Mind of a Child





who knew a child could
crawl inside an encyclopedia
of poetry
to escape the world

from the time i could read
i'd go to the three volumes
the red books
filled with words
that made me smile

as early as kindergarten
i found solace in
mother goose
and illustrations
and writing down a poem
matched with a picture
from a magazine
my extra credit
because i was a brown noser
since first grade

my favorite activity outside
was swinging as high as i could
that to this day
sitting in an airplane
taking off
my mind recites
"how i love to go up in the air,
up in the air so blue"
and i smile




23 comments:

  1. me too, always escaping into the world of poetry and books as soon as I learned to read - seemed such a much better, more desirable world

    love this poem

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  2. Childhood memories are both a boon and a plague sometimes. >KB

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  3. Oh... that is so sweet and nostalgic. A lovely write. :-)
    -HA

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  4. And I smile with you. Those of us who were exposed to poetry at an early age were so lucky.

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  5. Ever so sweet, Maggie.
    I shall have to google 'brown noser' :-)

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    1. lol, aprille. am sure it's a yucky definition. i was always working on being teacher's pet.

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  6. Cherished memories. Sounds like we could have been friends.

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  7. Keep that memory close and the smile closer!

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  8. Ah. my childhood poetry came from Swedish poetry... but I still remember some of them by heart..

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  9. smiles...you know...it happens seldom that i'm passing a swing and not swing a bit on it...love it as well... and books were a refuge for me in my childhood...a place to dream....nice..

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  10. books were def an escape for me...not poetry...that came much later in life...i was either in a book...or in the woods....

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  11. Loved this...I can easily relate. Delightful

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  12. I was definitely an escape artist as a child. I felt alive when I was immersed in a story. This poem was poignant and a lovely snapshot of your childhood. Thank you for sharing.

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  13. Hope you don't mind my saying so, Maggie, but I'd take out the "sad" in verse three as this poem was very delightful and upbeat...lovely write from the heart!

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  14. Wow I love this...reminds me of my daughter she used to say push me so high mummy so I can see Jesus... thank you for that I always smile when I think on that!

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  15. We have all brought out our inner child at this delightful prompt. Swinging high into the blue sky - how many of us have done this. Brown noser or not- your love for writing shines through Maggie.

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  16. You certainly found your inner child. this is lovely:)

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  17. I had forgotten that old rhyme and it was a pleasure to be reminded of it. Books have been my escape and salvation too, Maggie. Since I was five I have gone to the library and brought home an armload of books every week. That is a lot of books. I make my local librarians tired these days as am in such haste to read all I can while I still have hands and eyes!!!! hee hee. Loved this poem.

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    1. Your comment reminds me...vague memory of a thirst to read. Always drawn to non-fiction though. Hated having to read "the classics". Now eyes can't make it too long for anything. I play games with BIG icons... Thank you for liking my writing!

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  18. Pure escapism, that's what it's all about, lovely piece.

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