Thursday, August 05, 2010

Playing at Poetry

Restless thoughts
Tumble noisily 
Through the halls of her mind,
Jostling one another 
As they race 
Toward fun and freedom

Most shrug out of the words
Zipped around them
As they spill onto the playground,
And, like unruly children, 
Resist lining up 
In tidy rows of prose 
When the day ends.

Pushing and shoving,
They trickle back inside
Leaving a stillness behind
In which unfulfilled possibilities
Echo in the wind
Like the squeak of empty swings.

Cherice Montgomery, August 5, 2010