Round and Round

He climbed on the brown horse,
the one with a purple saddle,
decorated with yellow swirls.
He felt like Aladdin
flying through the sky
on his magic carpet,
breezing through the clouds.
Then he spotted her.

Princess Jasmine
riding her white tiger
decorated with flowers and gems,
elegant, just like her.
Her hair flowed in the wind.
She looked at him and smiled.
It was like sunshine
on a rainy day.
It warmed his heart
as he rode through forests,
waterfalls and reflecting lakes.
Round and round.

They fought with valor,
racing side by side.
Sir Edward of England
on his pretty white mare,
Sir Gabriel of Spain
on his speedy black stallion.
Their swords clashed with might
as they rode through the forest.
Sun caught a glimpse of metal
and blinded Sir Edward
as he thrusts his sword
at Sir Gabriel,
who almost toppled over.
The crowd went wild.

Round and round.

The brothers dressed for war
in matching blue armor,
raising their swords,
shouting with might,
ready to fight… on horseback.
They rode through forests,
up and down the hills.
They raced through the lake,
their horses kicking up water.
They approached the castle,
slashing at their foes,
one by one, the enemies fell.
Round and round.

He held her close,
she clung to him.
it was her first ride.
Princesses are trained
to mount horses
and ride like a lady
at the tender age
of one.
She touched the horse
curiously.
She giggled and laughed
as they rode through the meadow.
Round and round.

The music stopped.
“Again, again!” they shouted.
Imagination runs wild.
Dreams come true.
Round and round.

Haiku #26

It was a relatively warm winter day, so I decided to go for a walk and observed the beauty of childhood wonder and joy.  This is a poem based on my observation and reaction to such a sight.  I did not have a camera or a phone with me, so the image is one I took from Google of a similar scenario.  I hope you enjoy it =)

Beautiful warm day,
two kids run around a pole.
Life is good – childhood.

childhood

Flying

They were flying,
I could see it in their faces,
eyes wide, big grins, flowing hair.

Plummeting down the steep slopes,
it was freedom without adults,
no barriers, no restrictions,
going with nature
on a man-made slope.

Their whole beings throbbed
with power.
The lack of control
meant conquering the world.
30 seconds, it was over.
They landed
safe and sound.
The thrill still pounding
in their hearts,
sensations tingling
in their minds.

“I wanna try too,” I begged.
“You’re too little,” my brother said.
But the indignant girl
got her way.

Sitting at the top,
twirling with pride and fear,
I gave a little shove,
and went flying into the air.

My eyes wide open,
afraid to look,
but curious all the same.

Passing blurs of tables and sofas,
the carpet was like quicksand,
sucking me in,
into its embrace
of the unknown.
Freedom… maybe,
but more like fear and awe.

Almost to the bottom,
I was coming out of the tunnel
and into the light,
but I could not stop,
no breaks,
but my butt off the cardboard
and my forehead
against the closet door.

The Courage of Youth

As people get older, they tend to lose a part of their childhood wonderment as they often let fear, social status and pessimism consume their minds.  As we approach the new year, I want to encourage all of you to let loose and have a little fun.  Let your inner child shine through =)  Here is a poem of my random adventure in the park.

The Courage of Youth

Climbing
through the jungle
gym, reaching for ropes
and bars and handholds,
you pull yourself through,
with strength
from your arms
to your knees,
with your agility,

you pull yourself up,
slightly breathless,
gasping for air,
grasping for balance,
reaching the
satisfaction
of being
on top,

fulfilling
a challenge
that’s twice
as difficult
at your size,
and at your age,
but knowing
that you’re never
too old

to be silly
enough to try,
to be brave
enough to fall,
to be determined,
to be challenged,
to be a kid
on top of the world.

jungle-gym