Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Playground

by Liezl Cabusas


The playground.
Where old friends meet.
Reminiscent of so long ago,
Carefree, careless,
Bitter-sweet.

The monkey bars, jutting out of the ground
Crooked, crusted.
Swings hanging on invisible chains,
Churns out mournful melodies,
When gentle winds flustered.

I stood steadily upon,
Gazed at the lonely setting sun.
The old playground.
An elephant graveyard.

Eyes welled up
Memories flood.
Drowning everything...
everything... anything.

The playground.
Where old friends used to go.
I lingered for a moment longer,
Stepped back,
then let go.


2 comments:

JM said...

a nice poem, but the closing seems sad.

liezl said...

its supposed to be sad...!;p

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