Innocence

swingline

 

 

Innocence displayed

Like a little girl touching dandelions . . . a butterfly left behind on the doorsteps of winter . . .

Time , Time , Time

. . . so elusive , so undefined . . . 

 

We have tried (so) true                                 (only) we fall so short

 

Love . . . an instance in time                        . . . so passionate (in it's) displacement

We hope for love , but it lays like the cross at Jesus's feet . . . 

We bury time , we bury love                     We bury ourselves in search of both

 

The little girl without a sense of time             knowing only basic love . . .                             tenderness of care . . .                                     and dandelions

Maybe we are the dandelions of time             petals of love . . . surrounding each . . .         In it's time . . . falling . . . one by one . . .               like kisses given and taken . . . lost to time , in love , till the doorsteps of winter close in   and freezes the moment                      

. . . alone . . .

love . . . time . . . dandelions . . .little girls . . . and innocence 

Run away as fast as you can

 

  • Author: swingline (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 25th, 2017 03:39
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Augustus

    Beautiful metaphors. I can get lost in them.

  • swingline

    Thank you Agustus for reading and leaving a comment .

  • Michael Edwards

    It paints a picture - good work s

    • swingline

      Thank you for reading Michael .

    • Rajkumar

      a good one swingline

      • swingline

        Thank you Rajkumar for reading .

      • Rajkumar

        sure i keep reading your poems,keep writing

      • Esmeraldaya

        You have a way with words. This was beautifully written

      • swingline

        Thank so much Esmeraldaya for your comment .



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