Poem: Like on a swing

This is how we must love,
like a child on a swing.

Tethered to nothing,
but the constant rhythm
of movement. To and fro.

We meet like this,
every once in a while.
A sandpit to save us.
Even if should fall.

Which we will. Ultimately.

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14 Responses to Poem: Like on a swing

  1. I perhaps should not say this here but somehow this reminds me of a Friends episode. :-/ Ross takes Emma, his daughter with Rachel to the park to play on the swings. Rachel is scared and scarred due to some childhood injury on swings that had required her tresses to be cut off. Needless to say, the turn of events is such that by the end of the episode, both Ross and Rachel have the same views on the abilities of swings to injure people physically (and scar them psychologically).

  2. Beautiful thought. Beautifully written.

  3. Beautifully written. Reminiscent of Emily Dickinson

  4. Yes. We will. all of us. Well written !

  5. If problem with beautiful verse is, truth sometimes takes the charm out of honesty.

  6. so true..and so beautifully and simply captured..

  7. Beautifully written.

  8. Aparna

    maar dala.

  9. priyanka

    brief and beautiful.