red primer pencil

Sometimes I miss the child I once was,
unaware, lost in my own make-believe world.

Don't knock me out,
don't force me to see what's really going on.

I wish for Monopoly money to wave around,
rich because I have Boardwalk and Park.

My work is a fistful of red primer pencil,
nose to the line, trying to keep it even.

My love is gentle kisses, blushing glances,
and furtive handholding.

My comfort is home, a hug,
and a wave of longing for something that's right there.

I want my innocence back.

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Reply #1 Top
Phew... Powerful words, Nicky and inspirational too.

I miss the smell of christmas wrapping paper. As I got older, it disappeared. The scent of presents was never so powerful as when I was a kid.
Reply #2 Top
Nice writing, buddy.

I miss the smell of play-doh. Now I think the stuff smells horrible, but I can fondly remember playing with (and eating on occasion) that stuff . . .

Ah, memories.
Reply #3 Top
Nicky
You are so very talI talented.
Don't knock me out,
don't force me to see what's really going on.


I especially liked that part.
Reply #4 Top
[quoteYou are so very talI talented.
I wish they would fix the edit button, or maybe I should slow down typing!

You are very talented.
Reply #5 Top
Now this is so much better than what I've been coming up with lately... Which reminds me that I have a bit of backlog of so-called poetry to post, seeing I've been neglecting my blog again.

Excellent poem Nic Made me stop and reflect on things for a while, which is always a good thing, thanks
Reply #6 Top
thanks for writing, everyone. I think everyone wants to be a kid again, every once in a while.

I miss the smell of christmas wrapping paper. I miss the smell of play-doh

For me, it's the smell of gasoline and oil. My dad used to take us to his garage in Toronto on Saturdays to catch up on work. The smell of gas and oil is so kid to me.

seeing I've been neglecting my blog again.


I check in every once in a while.... start writing more! I miss your stuff, and you.