JoelJosol Posted September 20, 2020 Share Posted September 20, 2020 Childlike, joyous before your eyes,feet on the bathtub, and starry-eyed.wish we had fins so we can stay immersedon our make-believe sea. We enjoythe insipid rubber-duck as it getstossed, every where, in our smallspace we call happiness. Wrapped upin our carefreeness, life's trawlawaiting in the depths, to catchyou and I unaware. Mute as the rosefloating on the water, ephemeralbut glorious in its redness, redas blood that once floated in theriver Nile.Warm like heated water, hidden partlyby warm vapors, like bubbles children burstin laughter, one by one, you and I.This is intimacy-to be cramped in tight spaces,bathed in laughter, teary-eyed.Children soon grow up. Not long aftersoon to dry up, to wrinkle, life-lesson sun-baked ground. Before deathfinally makes its callon you and I,let us in this childlike pleasuresstay awhile, like gold fishthat just swim here and there,within the perimetersof their predefined life. Wemay have invisible wallsaround this bath tubbut we can bechildlikefor an hour. NOTE: This poem was an effort to emulate Sylvia Plath's spirit in her poetry. I am not sure if I were successful. Quote "Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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