my playground.by ~Bucikah
My favorite for the most part was the swing. I loved all of it, but the swing was my chance to have wings and soar away from the pack. Someone was always trying to push or force someone down the slide. It was too high for the little kids, eventually they put in another one. The Monkey bars were fun, till your arms felt like they were pulled out of socket. The Merry Go Round usually made me ill, but so fun when you had the right kids. The ones that respected you needed to get off, as you walked sideways to the picnic table or draped yourself on the fresh, green grass. You laid there watching the world tilt around you.
What was your favorite? Do you take your kids or grandchildren to the playground? What are your memories of outdoor play? I want you to pen a poem surrounding your memories of the playground. C'mon let's climb, jump back to our youth...
"I'll race ya!"
"The true object of all human life is play. Earth is a task garden; heaven is a playground."
Gilbert K. Chesterton
Gilbert K. Chesterton
"The world is a playground, and life is pushing my swing."
"Writing is very much a playground - an artistic playground. It's the most fun thing I do."
A composition of prose I wrote...hope this meets everyone's approval...Thank You Poets United for giving me and others a voice!!ReplyDelete
You can use playground as a metaphor for other areas of your life~ReplyDelete
I didn't have any internet service this morning and should of gone with my first choice, this wasn't it. Try, try again...
This was the perfect moment for me to step off the soapbox and write something softer, something about my sister. Thanks, as always, Poets United, AKA my Poetry Playground, my Poetic Peeps, and my Poetic Hearth and Home!! AmyReplyDelete
PS John, I love your enthusiasm!
I had some fun writing this poem. It brought me back many years!!!
Can't wait to read yours Eileen, Amy and John...I'm working on mine now! :DReplyDelete
I love playgrounds! What a great prompt. Thanks!ReplyDelete
A bit of a different take on the prompt from me. I always preferred to play amidst the wilds, as did my daughter, and now my granddaughter.ReplyDelete
Great prompt Ella, bought back a lot of happy memories for me :)ReplyDelete
Ella and Robert,ReplyDelete
A disappointing response to this Thursday Prompt. Perhaps we need to restore The Pantry on a Sunday, in order to reassure the wider, interested community, that Poets United is still an active body. The lack of interaction only brings about a sense of deflation, to the few who persist to support this Blog.
Thank you for your efforts Ella, but it is a shame that many former members seem to have lost interest over the past few months.
thanks for the great prompt, Ella!ReplyDelete
I didn't think I could write for this prompt, but I surprised myself!ReplyDelete
WHY ARE YOU USING WORD VERIFICATION??? IT IS COMPLETELY OBNOXIOUS AND COMPLETELY UNNECESSARY!!!
This was an absolute joy!!! Thank you!!ReplyDelete
Hannah, I will be by...soon! Can't wait :DReplyDelete
Magical Mystical Teacher...really? I don't see it when I post...??
Haikulovesongs-Thank you ;D
Eileen-It could be me! I know prior, not everyone read my poems when I did The Think Tank Thursday. Robb was not visiting everyone's blog. He did what he could, when he could. This one was a stretch...but I think it is important to try new things~
Bren-I am so happy to hear this :D Thank you for sharing!
Karen-This sounds intriguing! :D
Sara-Me, too! ;D
I think this was a good choice. Thanks for the inspiration.ReplyDelete
Thanks Lyn :DReplyDelete