Monday, May 28, 2007

Poetry Monday

{I cant help it-I rhyme LOL}

Used to Be
I was walking by the water, in a park one summer’s day.
And I came upon a circle of some children lost in play.
It seemed they were just sharing stories; curious, I stopped to hear.
And my eyes grew wide with wonder, when their voices reached my ears.

“When I used to be a grownup,” said a little girl of eight.
“I grew vegetables and children till I couldn’t stand up straight.”

“Well, me? I was a soldier.” Said a boy, no more than four.
“And I had to leave my mommy, just to fight in some old war.”

“I lived in a castle.” They all rolled their eyes. “It’s true!”
The young child of seven huffed and pointed, saying, “What were you?”

“I was no one special.” This one’s voice was low and soft.
“I just rode a train my whole life, helping people on and off.”

“Do you remember dying?” “I remember being born.”
Then their talk was interrupted by a swiftly honking horn.

They all grabbed each other by the hand and ran off to their ride.
But I sat down right there in the grass, feeling changed, somehow, inside.
What was it that I’d witnessed? Dreams the media had jaded?
Just the product of creative minds? Or memories not faded?

The one thing no one can argue…there is magic when we’re young.
There is something shines from children, and we miss it when it’s gone.
As if they’ve not yet shaken off the stardust from their trip.
Oh if we could hold the magic, never loose our stubborn grip.

That night I lay down on my bed, and closed my eyes to see
If somewhere within the quiet, hid those things I used to be.

©R.G. Alexander

12 Comments:

Blogger Lillian Feisty said...

I love:
“I grew vegetables and children till I couldn’t stand up straight.”

As usual, you just amaze me.

11:58 PM  
Blogger Crystal Jordan said...

This is so awesome! I love it. I have NO skillz at poetry.

11:59 PM  
Blogger Rhian / Crowwoman said...

okay, this is now one of my most favorite poems in the world. the stanza made me laugh and cry and the same time:
"The one thing no one can argue…there is magic when we’re young.
There is something shines from children, and we miss it when it’s gone.
As if they’ve not yet shaken off the stardust from their trip.
Oh if we could hold the magic, never loose our stubborn grip."

Yeah, RG - i totally get where this came from.

5:38 AM  
Blogger julia said...

I'm with Lillian:

“When I used to be a grownup,” said a little girl of eight.
“I grew vegetables and children till I couldn’t stand up straight.”

Love that! One time my little cousin (when she was 3) interrupted her mom & I as we were talking to point out to me, "You're a man, you know." I had a feeling I knew what she was talking about. She saw through this recent version to another one she recognized better.

9:32 AM  
Blogger loopdlu said...

the concept drew me in, and imagery made me stay. it was amazing.

9:52 AM  
Blogger Rinda Elliott said...

This is fantastic. I loved it! And making a poem rhyme while keeping it to the theme can be difficult. You are very good at this.

10:26 AM  
Blogger Robin L. Rotham said...

Aw, R.G.! I think you're definitely more in touch with your inner child than most of us, and it's lovely to listen to her. Beautiful.

10:31 AM  
Blogger Karen Erickson said...

Beautiful! As Crystal said, I have no skillz at poetry either.

11:11 AM  
Blogger R.G. ALEXANDER said...

Thanks so much guys!!

12:10 PM  
Blogger Ann said...

Beautiful poem, wonderful images. I went through a period when everything I wrote tried to come out as a sonnet, but you made it work for you.

2:46 PM  
Blogger Tempest Knight said...

Oh wow... this is incredible!

9:35 PM  
Blogger Anna J. Evans said...

Hey RG. I love this poem, but it also made me really sad. I didn't meet my 8 year old until she was nearly 7 and she...just didn't seem to have any stardust left already. I with I could have seen her before, to see if we could have connected in that time.

Sigh...sniff.

But a wonderful poem, and there ain't nothin' wrong with rhyme!

Anna

7:38 AM  

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