Playground - NaPoWriMo Day #6 - a poem about finding your place in the world
Thrum, thrum, thrum through my body—
reverberate like guitar strings
and make my soul sing.
I thirst for the love-drunk melody
that flirts with infatuation
and tumbles down, down, down,
to a place I barely remember
but that still evokes tingles in me.
I did not feel fraudulent this afternoon,
with your art on the walls
and my song on my lips.
It was invigorating
to simply sit with
in an ageless playground.
We are kindred children
in a kismet kingdom.
Let this be the home we have longed for.
Let us rest, carefree, behind your solid doors.
Photo by: Annie Spratt