unseen

You…

See me here

Lying on the softest of cushions

No temperature to figure out

My lips smile at my whole body.

This is my silent dance

At the pace of the lack of movement

I yawn

and hear

 the few children that remain

playing in their favourite element

And they splash

 and I go unnoticed

I cannot listen to

but this music in me

thanking life for forgiving

and for giving me this

 and that and

You ask for a sip of water

and I point at the bag

and you leave me alone

for this joy

you know

my boy

must not be interrupted

for another long while

Now go

And 

You…

You see me here

Lie where you like but

don’t look at me.

______

Joining  Anna's challenge  at d'verse

IMAGE: watch out little robinby Julia Keil

Happy was

The top of the hill

A new fresh air invaded my heart

You asked me and

      I saw my past

Not a victim

      But me

Saw myself playing

    all my games

My childhood

So complete

I climbed the mountains

Made huts on trees

I threw stones onto the ponds

And I was free

     and I was careless

     and I was safe

Fell down

    and stood up

I played with dolls

     and sewed for them

I fancied my girls

      and what we did

We were the ones and only

We had the best summers

And winters too

    with mud and ferns

   we made

   those best  nativity scenes

 

The pictures not shot

so clear in my head

  though

and the joy we felt was above

  any other thing, you know?

We were alive

And that was forever

 

 'But' was not a word

You asked me, baby

and I recall.

______________________

 

Childhood Magicby Juli Cady Ryan

Senseless

 

 

It’s a sense of…

It’s fright

Hidden in a place with no name

It’s harmful

but free

opaque

A meaning

not deciphered

I reach and

let go

Bare
if I try

 to convey

its importance to

nonentity

to myself.

 

 

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Posted for d'verse poets

IMAGE:  about pain and pleasureby ptica

Caring

It might seem I don’t

...

Might have

…

The silk of my scarf

tickles my smile

And the scent of white roses

Awakes childhood

And adolescence

…

It might look as if

the pain was gone

the sound unheard

…

I cared

Then I did not

…

Now I’m going back

to getting lost

…

So

    you are right,

I don’t.