Thursday, January 30, 2014

January 30, 2014 We Write Poems #198/ Child's Play

We Write Poems #198  Prompt Child’s Play

Child’s Play
At twilight
As the fireflies
Are turning on
The world is
Full of fun
Children play
Some traditional
Some made up
On the spot

A game of tag
Might be initiated
With ‘Your It!”
All begin
To run
Laughter flutters
Behind each
Running child
Like colorful
If touched
Or captured
A new ‘It’
Is proclaimed
Pure glee

A piece of chalk
A sidewalk
A diagram
To draw
In the circle
Of the
Porch light
Long ago

Note:  In memory, it is as if Edward Hopper painted the scene.  Children playing, fireflies, and yet there is a sense of loneliness.   I did visit the site recommended, the words came, prompted by the prompt ‘Child’s Play.’


irenet23 said...

Hopper & loneliness...hmm..

Robyn Greenhouse said...

I enjoyed your poem - I didn't sense the feeling of loneliness. The ending line gave me more a feeling of wistfulness of days gone by.

Raven's Wing Poetry said...

I thought of the Owl City song "Fireflies" when I read this...and my own childhood memories of watching fireflies rise up from the grass and give a pre-dusk spectacle, to keep us amused until the stars came out. This is gorgeous.

advice-for-a-burgeoning-poet said...

Love all the sense details that light up the image you painted with words like flitting fireflies. And I must admit, I was tempted to do something very similar with the prompt words,


Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love the laughter fluttering behind the children as they run!

Brian Miller said...

i grew up on a hill surrounded by cousins and w used to all gather and play...we played a game of night tag called midnite in the conjoured fun memories in this annell....