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.

Copyright©2009

One Single Impression: Walls
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12 comments:

  1. gautami tripathyJune 15, 2009 at 12:46 AM

    Wonderful, both!

    filigreed walls

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  2. JimJune 15, 2009 at 2:00 AM

    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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  3. Rinkly RimesJune 15, 2009 at 3:35 AM

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

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  4. anthonynorthJune 15, 2009 at 4:01 AM

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

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  5. SandyCarlsonJune 15, 2009 at 7:05 AM

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

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  6. PamJune 15, 2009 at 9:22 AM

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

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  7. Tammie LeeJune 15, 2009 at 10:03 AM

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

    The second, poetic and lovely.

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  8. Deborah GodinJune 15, 2009 at 11:10 AM

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

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  9. AnonymousJune 15, 2009 at 11:20 AM

    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!

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  10. Tumblewords:June 16, 2009 at 12:09 AM

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

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  11. gabrielleJune 18, 2009 at 12:46 AM

    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!

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  12. Beth P.June 20, 2009 at 1:26 PM

    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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