Playground, Poets United #97

Poets United, Thursday Think Tank  #97 – Playground

 

Is this the vault we used to go in
When we were kids
And when was that?

Apart from our bruised knees and elbows
What’s left for us
In that there vault?

Below the ground
Was our playground
Where, hidden,
Our stories still reside
To meet our children’s eyes
One day
At a time.

© 2012 Mariya Koleva

Image by freakingrainbow

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8 replies on “Playground, Poets United #97”

  1. Oh, I had many cuts and bruises as a child. Quite the tomboy! LOL

  2. What a wonderful poem Mariya. Thank you for sharing this with the world. I would like to invite and introduce you to my new haiku meme “Tackle It Tuesday”. This week the prompt is Magnolia. You’re welcome to share.

  3. Karen says:

    I think that memories are what’s left.

  4. Mariya,

    Wonderful memories of small time play which was of course child’s play, in a big world…

    Eileen

  5. I enjoy this, Mariya, it has a slight mysterious feel to it too. 🙂

  6. Thanks to:

    Daydreamertoo – the usual thing 🙂

    Kristijan – I’ll join your party! Thanks for inviting me!

    Karen – right! the sweetest of all 😉

    Eileen – it’s always very sweet to remember 😉

    Hahhah – it has, doesn’t it? what with the vault and all 😉

    Madeleine – thanks a lot!

  7. Ahhh– the memories and the changing of the guard of childhood to the next generation. Nicely drawn images and feelings in your words. The bittersweetness of it comes through for me.

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