The Swing.

The Swing.

A Poem by Paul Bell

Sometimes the swing would come to life

Most times not

Sometimes it was just a reminder

To days gone by

That made her cry

Sometimes she could imagine it gone

She could move on

Laughter would return

Sometimes she would push the swing

Speak her name

Try to explain

Sometimes it just got too much

She would scream and scream

The injustice and the pain

Sending her insane

Sometimes the swing would come to life

Most times not.

© 2021 Paul Bell

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So emotionally put down.
I would say, the opening line in itself speaks a lot. Analogy of swing can be applied to so many aspects of life.
Loved this piece of yours.

Best wishes,

Posted 2 Years Ago

i like the mystery of this poem

good job with it

Posted 2 Years Ago

These are vivid images of a mother who lost her child, and the swing brings back memories of this child; sometimes they blur or they are gone, other times they are clear; it seem she can't get herself to move on; she is stuck in this memory of a lost child and the pain that brought about the screaming.
Well done Paul.
Best, B

Posted 2 Years Ago

relates to so many things
very very nicely done

Posted 2 Years Ago

The swing, childhood, a past love not there to push her anymore...
the thoughts of him driving her insane...if only she hadn't had to grow was so innocent, when she could ride in that swing and not have a care in the world, only love.
Beautiful piece, Paul...check line 12...
a most excellent piece to start my day reading.

Posted 2 Years Ago

Paul Bell

2 Years Ago

Nearly half the year gone, time sure is moving on a bit to fast.

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Added on May 16, 2021
Last Updated on May 16, 2021


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