For today’s prompt, write a swing poem. Sure, there are park swings and mood swings; there’s swing music and swing dancing; and there are swingers. Some people swing one way; others swing another. In politics, there are swing votes and swing states. And many people have swung a bat, an ax, and/or a hammer in their lifetimes.
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SWING POEM
by John Yeo
Thoughts drift as I lie here,
I remember my days at school.
Wooden desks and dipping pens,
Playtime in the playground.
“Wake up John! Please come back.”
The distant words hardly penetrate
My dreamy haze of thought.
I swing from the present, back in time.
I remember the country lanes as a boy,
The sun always seemed to shine.
Fishing with a pole on the local canal,
Then on to secondary school.
My mind jolts as the voice repeats,
“Wake up John! Please come back.”
I swing from the past to the present,
Then I swing into dreaming again.
“Open your eyes John, I am here”
I swing back to the now with love.
The healing sound of love in your voice,
“Come back please, I need you here! “
You stroke my head, my mind swings forward,
I take your tender hand.
“I am never going to leave you, ever,
I am sure you understand.”
Copyright (c) Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.
Written for Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic asides blog on “Writers Digest”
http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2015-april-pad-challenge-day-17
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