Sunday, June 14, 2009

Walled In And Out

Sitting in his cell,
He no longer sees the walls
-only lonely past.

In children's park,
Vines weave through the chain link fence
-forming leafy walls:
a cocoon for children's dreams
acted out on playing frames.


One Single Impression: Walls


gautami tripathy said...

Wonderful, both!

filigreed walls

Jim said...

Edward, my favorite is your tanka. I could not imagine before I read of a fence being totally protective as a cocoon but that is their function in a playground; safety for the kids, from themselves and from the wicked ones.
Nice, thank you.

Rinkly Rimes said...

I liked the second poem best. It was cheerful and it painted a lovely picture.

anthonynorth said...

Two very different takes on how walls enclose us. Excellently done.

SandyCarlson said...

Prison, not prison. I love the way nature reclaims chain-link fences.

Pam said...

The tanka is wonderful. It brought back memories of playing fort with the branches of firs as the walls.

Tammie Lee said...

I enjoyed both of these.
The first sadly and simply what is.

The second, poetic and lovely.

Deborah Godin said...

I always enjoy your poetic in-the-round perspective of life. (And thanks for your well wishes!)

barb said...

Walls do work both ways, keeping in, keeping out. I love the idea that a park is a protective cocoon for kids. Well done, Edward!

Tumblewords: said...

Indeed, they can be keepers and takers. Nice work...

gabrielle said...

In the first I saw release.
the second made me uneasy. (my childhood was a nightmare I was lucky to survive it.

I liked them both. Very thoughtful!

Beth P. said...

Walls are both this-and-that.

I found myself wishing the 'he' in the first poem could have had more time playing and imagining on the playing frames of the second.

Thank you--