Squinting into the sun
I take a rare philisophical
turn around my brain.
Careering down a snowy hill
on a wood & metal contraption
with rudimentary steering
isn’t taking a step back
in my life,
is it?
I’m not giving up
progress made
by charging down
this snowy hill
on an heirloom apparatus
where stopping is a pipe dream
or a drift of snow,
am I?
The snow, the hill, the sled
all hurl me into
heedless childhood
and, laughing,
I fling myself down
down down
until I can’t even
remember
what a grownup is.
This is a One Shot Wednesday Poem and a Magpie. Please go to those two sites to check out other authors.
I love that last line.." I can't even remember what a grown up is"...thankyou Bug.
ReplyDeleteWhat wonderful memories, those were the days, adulthood never entered my mind, just snow, sledding, and lots of hot chocolate.
ReplyDeleteLovely. Excellent translation of the picture into poetic thought. Very good.
ReplyDelete..I fling myself down
ReplyDeletedown down
until I can’t even
remember
what a grownup is...
this is great - forget all the struggles and responsibilities...good place to be..
all hurl me into
ReplyDeleteheedless childhood
A path I often take!
A perfect picture of letting go--a poem to live by!
ReplyDeleteAnd even if it is only a frame of mind, what a wonderful place to exist.
ReplyDeleteAhhh...to be young again. What a great feeling.
ReplyDeletetis better to not totally ever ever grow up!
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely brilliant, especially that last line! How infectious! Makes me want to forget about being an adult for a while too! :-)
ReplyDeleteLove the traverse down the hill from philosophical to childlike.
ReplyDeleteNice to be reminded that we need to get back to the simpler things in life
A nice One Shot
Moon smiles
And what could be more philosophical than risking it all for those few minutes kareening out of control on the white blanket layed before one.
ReplyDeletei love the thought of being hurled again to childhood, with that easy laughter...
ReplyDeleteand i love the image too!
Love it!
ReplyDeleteLike the insight about losing progress made in hurtling down and sometimes just not caring and enjoying it!!
What a wonderful state of mind to put adulthood aside!
ReplyDeleteI totally connect with this!
ReplyDeleteGreat Magpie!
who hid that story for us to find
Oh yes indeed
ReplyDeleteslide down that hill
have fun
forget about grownup things
a wonderful magpie
What fun! We adults had some good times in the snow as well! New Snow
ReplyDeleteDear The Bug,
ReplyDeleteOh, I love this! I hope you actually get a chance to play!
You and C.L. are starting to convince me--it's definitely time to check out some of these memes. A way to get in touch with things not considered before.
Ann T.
You have captured the pure joy of playing in snow in winter
ReplyDeleteBRAVO!
Sledding can be transformational! No matter our age ..........
ReplyDeleteFun, fun, fun. Nice one shot. Love and Light, Sender
ReplyDeletei love your ending here - great pome
ReplyDeletea wonderful share with one shot..thanks for sharing pete
ReplyDeletePerfection!
ReplyDeleteThe last line says it all so eloquently!...I love it! :-)
ReplyDeleteRelatable, good work; the last line nails the sentiment of the poem.
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