Childhood,
complete with a fairytale castle.
Then, the whole world had a rosy glow.
When does the colour fade?
When is transition made?
When the balloon bursts,
where does it go?
A rather grown up offering for Monday's Child, I'm afraid! The illustration bkm gave us, is by Kay Akers.
And now I've linked it to the Poetry Pantry as well, in the hope that more people will discover me behind that pink door...
Hi there. Thanks for visiting me. LOL I smiled at your comment on the wordle words. They are fun to do.
ReplyDeleteHmm ... I feel all sad :o)
ReplyDeleteCome out, come out where ever you are.
ReplyDeleteDaydreamertoo - Hello! I'm glad I made you smile...
ReplyDeleteDeborah - Don't be sad - have a hug...
and Booguloo - Knock three times and ask for Cad!!! LOL
I remember those days. The optimism, the joy, the love. Now, sadly, all gone.
ReplyDeleteYet your blog post made me feel happy. :-) Thank you
Never mind, Caddoc dearest. Second childhood is just around the corner. And you've always got me.
ReplyDeleteSudden realizations that one is no longer a child at a period in one's life did feel like a balloon suddenly popping. Thanks for this rather thought-provoking poem. :)
ReplyDeleteMrs T - I do believe that's the nicest thing you've said to me in a long while...
ReplyDeleteOh, this is a bit somber, especially for such a cheery piece. Mine's the antithesis. It might lift your spirits.
ReplyDeleteKat - I'm amazed that you ended up here today! But thanks for popping in!
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