Tuesday, February 22, 2011


In full swing
Set our sights aimed high
Nary a worry that chains would break
Rode the carousel
Nary a thought that’d stop spinning

I’ve let them slide
Where’ve they gone?

There are bases yet to touch
Trees to climb, new vantage points
Paths to cut, destinations unknown
Buried are life’s pleasures, treasures and scraped knees

Scarred badges of our youthful honor
Where’ve they gone?

Playing house was prison
Flags to capture, taking Risks
Sinking Battleships
The only controllers, our joysticks

…and diamond stones may break me, but
Where’ve you gone?

The Konami code of conduct 
I was up, you were up
I was down, you were down
Marched to: Left, right, left, right, B, A, Start

We traded cards and cartridges
Not cars and stocks

Forgive me

If I’ve dropped the ball
unaware of this new game we were playing
If I’ve had too much fun asking
what, when, why, where and how


Here with these 8 bits of memories
Hanging with these monkeys in bars
Conversing with invisible friends
on a ball field, overgrown

“Ghost runner on first”

Did I miss life’s dinner bell?
Have I lost my sense to find home?
My affection for sights, sounds and smells
Dusk beckoning your mother once yelled

I remember the youthful you,
Wish you would too
May have missed the bus
No one told me that recess was over


  1. Like this. It has many layers and can be read in so many ways. So many interpretations....

    captured memories

  2. nice write...lots there...sis i miss the bell...recess over, does it have to be...i might stay and play a bit...

  3. elegant imagery

    love it...

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