mortar broke down
It was
a charming wall
two feet tall
made
of collected stones
different
each one
unique shapes
colors
speckles
or none
I would sit there
with my hard shoes on
waving to the cars
it was
a perfect wall
for a little girl
with time
I watched
as it decayed
the mortar
broke down
becoming
sand
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reminiscing...
it's sad how places and venues we used to go as a child all sift away when we age with time... thanks for the short memory -Miss Becca
Miss Becca
thanks for reading and commenting it is always interesting to read what someone thinks. For me this was a moment of freedom, a challenge to those that were to mind me, it was always a goal for me as a little girl to gain my freedom and make it to that wall, sit and smile and wave to everyone. It was more like breaking through a wall for me, breaking it down. Walls can mean different things sometimes they are meant to come down. Sometimes the forces of nature work in our favor, erode the wall slowly. This is a little backround for me. raskin
wonderful, raskin...
your comment reflections make your poem so much more meaningful. I was thinking of the passage of time when I read your words but neglected the concept of a wall holding you back. You think so deeply!
joyce
Thanks Joyce,
for the very nice compliment. I don't know how deep I am especially with the pink wizard series but I think I look at things in a different way. I see a different twist is probably the best way to put it. I like interesting comments and read what something means to someone else. raskin
raskin
I am going to call this one of your personal pieces and not try too hard to put an exact meaning on it. I thoroughly enjoyed the way it read.
Pete
yes
but as always you can take what you want from it. For me I was that little girl breaking free, my siblings still rub their shins from my shoes. raskin
NICE POEM.VERY GOOD
NICE POEM.VERY GOOD
thank you
for reading and commenting. raskin