Flying by

Flying by

A Poem by Roberta Weth

Another old piece being revamped with a fresh eye.

I pull myself into the air
I Let it flow over me
Dragging my hair behind

Fall back to go again
Suspended by plastic and chains

Swing set memories almost gone
Soon to be replaced,

Back and forth 
Same motion as before
In innocent playground fun

Orange sunset light
Just begins to highlight the trees
And color the air in the churchyard 

Slow down, to land
His hands reach out 
And pull me near

To his eyes
Arms draw me close
I lean forward 
And close my eyes

This world disappears for a moment,
As I meet his lips

So maybe swing sets aren't innocent 

© 2011 Roberta Weth

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Added on May 11, 2011
Last Updated on May 11, 2011


Roberta Weth
Roberta Weth

Portland, OR

I twenty years old, and I spent the majority of those years out in the middle of nowhere listening to country music so don't be surprised if the word y'all creeps up in my poetry or stories although .. more..

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