Poetry mix by Lawrence Moore : ‘My Dream Playground’ from Anthology & new poem ‘Plumb the Depths’

Swing, Playground, Swing Device
My Dream Playground

Innocence spent,
stacked with children.
Hues of amber,
my dream playground.

Clever get by,
bullies prosper
Scabby hungry
weak in corners.

Big get big,
small get smaller.
Never an upset,
games decided.

Don't interfere,
nod with approval.
Watch behind fences,
stone-faced parents.

Let the market regulate itself.

Stone-faced parents
watch behind fences,
nod with approval,
don't interfere.

Games decided, 
never an upset.
Small get smaller,
big get big.

Weak in corners,
scabby, hungry.
Bullies prosper,
clever get by.

My dream playground,
hues of amber.
Stacked with children,
innocence spent.

Plumb the Depths

Unspoken feelings mingle at the bar
with scuppered trysts and promises withdrawn.
Forgotten, in the corner, plays guitar,
Rejected holds the mic for Weather-Worn.
A group of skeletons are dropping hints
to worry dolls and children's marionettes.
Such clumsiness will breed no fingerprints;
they've heard it all before and placed their bets.
Our dwellers and a few itinerants
anticipate the day you plumb the depths.

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By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1


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