Awash in the light of innocence
Feet dangling in the fountain of youth
Back when monsters were truly imaginary
Lazing in the grass watching
Cloud animals on parade
The perspective of trees varied
Losing one’s heart
Just part of ‘Operation’
Not a game people played in real life.
Dreams were still spun out
Lightly, vividly, the colors
Of cotton-candy puffs at the once-a-year fair
Today, I want to stretch silly putty over
A comic relief of the face of one I love
Laugh until we cry
Back when monsters were truly imaginary
Feet dangling in the fountain of youth
Awash in the light of innocence
~SMK
Inspiration: A walk under the full moon, thinking back to when things were simple.
The Impetuarian 
Hearkening back to the days is what your poem is allowing me to do!!
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What a great thing to hear, I am so glad 🙂
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I love this piece.
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Thank you very much! It is music when something strikes a chord in another 🙂
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I agree. I love the feeling I get when someone enjoys one of my short stories. You have a real gift with poetry.
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Thank you. It is an arena I’m only starting to explore, so that means a lot.
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More power to you! I’m considering trying poetry myself as a way to improve the flowing of sentences in my work, as well as dialogue.
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My primary form is essay, as found on my regular blog. I encourage you to try all forms. It expands your facility with language, and allows you to look at it differently.
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I write good deal of articles as well, so I completely agree.
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Celestially delicious!
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There is something about the night sky, isn’t there? Thank you 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Cut-Throat Clubhouse and commented:
Thinking wayyyyy back 🙂
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