Saturday, July 23, 2011

When I was young I flew



When I was young I flew
as Superman did on tee-vee,
or Spider-Man with sticky glue.
When I was young I flew.

Then into man I grow
and leave behind my make-believe
superhero alter ego.
Then into man I grow.

As I grow old I'll dream
that I can fly as in my youth
with open eyes again agleam.
As I grow old I'll dream.




to a picture prompt presented by invisible gardens with real toads (July 21, 2011)


6 comments:

  1. Kerry O'ConnorJuly 23, 2011 at 10:04 AM

    I love the structure of this poem, Philip. It has added such a musical touch to the words. Your use of repetition gave the whole a really whimsical feel, so in keeping with your theme.

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  2. Robert LloydJuly 23, 2011 at 11:29 AM

    I have to echo Kerry here a bit. I love how it flowed and the basic set up. I also don't know why but I love that you used Tee-vee. I remember often as a kid trying to be these guys with bath towels and lord knows what else. Thank you for the childhood flashbacks, unintentional or not.

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  3. AnonymousJuly 23, 2011 at 11:56 AM

    I like the lightness of it, looking back with wisdom and a smile upon your face. It has a little bounce and a knowingness, no regrets just a happy memory.

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  4. David ScottJuly 24, 2011 at 10:21 AM

    I find myself between the second and third stanza, Philip. Great food for thought.

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  5. Rachel HoytJuly 24, 2011 at 11:45 AM

    I agree with the others... musically beautiful and optimistic.

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  6. Ostensible TruthJuly 24, 2011 at 2:30 PM

    love the idea of "as I grow old I'll dream" - to sit on the edge and dream - from flying to dreaming - the reminscitory cycle - nice!

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