Saturday, February 20, 2010

gold .osi

' life '

they all come in gold
foxes and fishes
birds and the flowers ,
i live in a children's story ,
a blonde priestess of hope
hands me the morning ,
crooked magicians play
tricks in a shadowplay ,
toy soldiers like gi joe
keep track with the sun
buddies like pinocchio
letting lose the fun ,
time enters
on a trojan horse ,
yellowing me with age ,
i keep growing old
but never grow up ..

original / zg

[ Ed : Line 1 - scattering the gold ]
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6 comments:

  1. PattiFebruary 20, 2010 at 5:47 AM

    LOVE that!!! What a wonderful idea to live in a children's story! And I agree...I am growing older but never growing up! Have a wonderful weekend!!!

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  2. zoya gautamFebruary 20, 2010 at 8:35 AM

    many thanks ..

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  3. geetaFebruary 20, 2010 at 7:10 PM

    really beautiful ....
    I loved the last lines ..I keep growing old but never grow up....so true

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  4. SandyCarlsonFebruary 20, 2010 at 7:47 PM

    I love this. There is a lot to be said for staying young in heart and mind.

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  5. Kathie BrownFebruary 22, 2010 at 9:42 PM

    I especially like the beginning of this poem about the fishes and birds, and living in a children's story, and the blond priestess of hope handing you the morning. Can you get her to pass it this way next?

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  6. Sandra.ifMarch 1, 2010 at 4:51 AM

    touching and sweet...love it!

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..namastey!~

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