the swing
i watch my dangling bare feet
skim the grass
back and forth
over the same ground
under the same tree
i am a permanent memory
i am the apparatus
i occupy
i think how creepy i must look
moving with the breeze
when i am empty
10 thoughts on "the swing"
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Not creepy at all.
you’re my dude. you should know what’s creepy about me.
this one is going to stick for awhile too
thank you bb.
The last three lines … evocative of insight, of thinking of how others observe us as our inner lives run wild
Kevin
thank you darling. 🖤
This poem made me keep re-reading it. Thank you for sharing. A lovely scene.
That ending!
endings are my strong suit.
I adore the assertiveness of this poem. It takes me away and makes me wonder what lies beneath the surface like some wondrous mash-up of Rossetti, Sappho, and Jong.