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.
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One Single Impression: Walls
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Wonderful, both!
filigreed walls
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.
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I liked the second poem best. It was cheerful and it painted a lovely picture.
Two very different takes on how walls enclose us. Excellently done.
Prison, not prison. I love the way nature reclaims chain-link fences.
The tanka is wonderful. It brought back memories of playing fort with the branches of firs as the walls.
I enjoyed both of these.
The first sadly and simply what is.
The second, poetic and lovely.
I always enjoy your poetic in-the-round perspective of life. (And thanks for your well wishes!)
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!
Indeed, they can be keepers and takers. Nice work...
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!
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--
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