empty swings

empty swings

A Poem by LostSage

memory time theatre

empty swings back and forth sway
what ghosts are there
old man on bench
with blank stare
what is he seeing
cars on road go
each one so busy being
seven lifetimes ago
real people were on the swings
now sit on bench
and watch
empty swings
sway back and forth

© 2021 LostSage

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I picture the old man on the porch swinging alone, his partner gone...he is being nostalgic...thinking of the old day when the automobile just came into being....and simple things were loved best.


Posted 1 Year Ago

Top pen Jeff. Job done when you can make the reader think even if it is a case of what was once.
I wonder if the old man looked at the past and asked himself, "What happened? How on earth did I get here?"
Maybe some will learn from this and grab life by the horns while they can.


Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

I will try Jeff. Now where did I put those horns? Aha.

1 Year Ago

That's it! That's what was missing this whole time! I am going to order a set of horns and then eve.. read more

1 Year Ago

Well...you'd better order me a pair while you're at it.
I'm wearing a temporary pair at the m.. read more
The swings moving back and forth remind me of a pendulum and the passing of time. The old man looking at the empty swings contemplating all those previous decades and the people that filled them. Now ghosts. The poem is tinged with sadness and has a lonely feeling. Thanks for sharing Jeff.


Posted 1 Year Ago

Well, it does get away from us, doesn't it? The phenomenon called time seems to make earlier selves disappear like ghosts, in an apparent blink of the eye. Perhaps, though, the real Self within us is not affected by this relentless diminishment. There, the time is eternally now.

Posted 1 Year Ago

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Added on September 20, 2021
Last Updated on September 20, 2021
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