The tile floors so chill bare feet,
And clicks behind make heartbeats thud.
A lofty step through guardian keep,
Past shining windows and toward the mud.
I leave behind the proper strain;
Just past the door lies luscious wild--
And step through brass and wood and rain,
Lo, once again a bright eyed child.
I love the scrapes, a bramble's kiss,
And moistened earth that slaps bare knees--
The treetop's dusky, subtle sway
Through rolling, silky, cloud-like seas.
And once the dark's all said and done,
Like silence broken by the thunder--
I curl up deep beneath wet leaves,
and toward oblivion I plunder.
Author notes
For Grant.
A contest entry
- Open The Door by nichtmich.
2625 points, ended October 14, 2008, 12 entries
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Comments
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Simply beautiful. I was lulled by the rhyme and flow, childhood's innocence. The last line is awesome. I just wish the font was a little easier to read.
Darned trifocals!
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