Dreaming of great escapes

Dreaming of great escapes

A Poem by Beccy

Watching rainbows, wondering where they go;
making footprints in the early morning snow,
that melts away beneath the sun's pale call,
leaving no trace, no trace at all.

Counted moments, heartbeats slipping by,
time measured by the stars on high; 
that like each little child must fall, 
leaving no trace, no trace at all.

Yet still for now, the children play,
so happy in their blissful ways;
sailing boats and running races,
slip't of humdrum adult traces,
that come the day will quietly steal
the magic from a world beyond
the office and the factory floor;

And all the laughter in the world is theirs,
they have no burdens, no deep cares,
no apron strings, nor wage to earn,
or moments lost, forever yearned; 
instead, barefoot they dance 
beneath the fleeting sun,
unmindful that such sweet 
escape will all too soon be done.

© 2017 Beccy

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I have tried all through my life to hang on to my childhood...but I have been kidding myself...This is quite brilliant, through the ages...down the generations nothing has changed. It is only as a mature adult that you see the BIG picture and it is a wonderful thing to behold

Posted 7 Years Ago

This brought back some of that forgotten youth Beccy. Like a spell weaved expertly.
The children no not the magic they posses until it has moved on.
Excellent writing!

Posted 7 Years Ago

Yes, those oh so delightfully carefree endless days when we played in our idyllic wonderlands where time had no measure !

Beautifully scribed with captivating imagery and near perfect rhythm and flow !!

Posted 7 Years Ago

This is great writing. Your words are well chosen and communicate directly and clearly which I believe is the purpose of writing. I'm interested in whether you intended this as a metaphor for humanities blissful ignorance of our impending fate.
Well done again.

Posted 7 Years Ago

Ah beautiful. To be a child again. I would give all for that chance again.

Posted 7 Years Ago

innocence leaves, with no clues left behind, no trace of what was...just like snow melting, rainbows leaving...and will our lives be the same way? or will we leave a trace? our writing might be the rainbow that does not disappear.

Posted 7 Years Ago

what a delightful poem this is, Beccy!!! such a sweet write so masterfully penned, as usual.
damn, I find nothing else to say, except maybe echoing Terpsichore.

Posted 7 Years Ago

Love the way you take the reader back to a more innocent, carefree time. You write so beautifully Beccy; the flow of words seems effortless, (though I imagine great thought goes into every line,) and every poem of yours I read is a delight to both the mind and the eye.

You have a true gift.


Posted 8 Years Ago

This has a bitter sweet feel to it. The great escape is a time of great delight. But then to think that, as adults, we have already lived through it is a sadness. Knowledge can be a cruel thing. But then reading your poem also reminds us that we were in that state of happy innocence once and, if we are lucky, can still find the child deep within ourselves. Perhaps there is something to be said for living childishly occasionally.

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Added on May 31, 2016
Last Updated on January 27, 2017



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I'm forty four, single and have a lovely fifteen year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I have always been an assiduous reader of poetry and real.. more..


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