our then glorious porch
was missing a torch
where we could have light at night
and played with so much delight
in our double-seated swing, brother
we poke jokes in our double-seated swing
where we too always cry out and sing
facing each other dreaming with a smile
then burst into laughter after a while
in our double-seated swing, brother
imagine a feeling or any feeling
how long will it last sitting?
I swear when it was so low
it was low until it was not low
in our double-seated swing, brother
when it was high ‘was so high
until it becomes low again then you sigh
there just aren’t enough words to say
for what it is like to sit with you and stay
in our double-seated swing, brother
we smiled and jested aimlessly dreaming of dreams passionately
upward we go a feeling stirring within, we held down we know a bond of love is sealed
in our double-seated swing, brother
we swore, “best friends forever”
Linking also to https://murisopsis.wordpress.com/2020/04/01/looking-for-a-challenge/ with this as NPM prompt 3 write a poem about a porch swing.
Day 3 of NaPoWriMo
Today’s prompt asks you to make use of our resources for the day. First, make a list of ten words. You can generate this list however you’d like – pull a book off the shelf and find ten words you like, name ten things you can see from where you’re sitting, etc. Now, for each word, use Rhymezone to identify two to four similar-sounding or rhyming words. For example, if my word is “salt,” my similar words might be “belt,” “silt,” “sailed,” and “sell-out.”
sounds like you are close to your brother … a lovely composition Mich 🙂
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Yes kate ..we lost him years ago in a very unfortunate event..he was a military man
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ouch sorry, so glad that you are writing about him to share him with us!
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When i saw the prompt on swing i couldnt think of anyone else but him kate..he was just a year younger than me so we were really together growing up.
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then you must miss him heaps!
We know about your father … maybe a tribute to your brother would be nice 🙂
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I miss him..and he was a spoiler…
A tribute…that’s another idea Kate..thank you
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Cool piece! 🙂 Stay safe, Michelle.
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You too keep safe..
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Such a sweet one, remembering the good times! Hugs, dear Mich.
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It is indeed great to remember those things..especially we lost my brother protecting peace and order in our country
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Definitely…we should always remember. You can take solace from the fact that he died for a greater good. I am so sorry for your loss, Mich.
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🤗🤗🤗 thank you Punam.
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🤗🤗
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such a heartfelt and tender piece. the love between you and your brother is so palpable. this is beautiful, Mich.
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Thank you Rose..we were the usual “away-bati” but he adores me and i felt that.
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awww. kasama yata talaga yun sa pagiging magkapatid. 🙂 ❤
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Lol yeah…
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Beautiful and Mich you reminded me of my childhood days when we played with our friends on swings high and low and squealed our lungs out. Such a lovely poem.
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Indeed…those moments when you scream on top.of your lungs as you higher…oh those were the days…
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Yes Mich those were the days of being carefree and not bothered at all.
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🙆🙆🙆
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😊😊😊😊
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Very nice. Have a great weekend.
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You too..enjoy your weekend..
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Thank you.
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This is amazing and is screaming for musical accompaniment!
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Thank you so much..been enjoying so far
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Such a heart-touching poem about your dear brother, SweetMich!
And you bring back childhood memories for me of our porch swing and time spent with parents, and siblings on warm summer nights watching the stars and moon, laughing, talking, even the silences were filled with love. 🙂
(((HUGS))) 🙂
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Its always wonderful to remember how we used to be when we were young ang carefree, isnt it?
And i think a swing is and has always been part of every little girl and boy experience growing up.
So glad it reminded you of your own chidlhood too.
Stay safe in there..
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There is just something about swings…any swing…that makes us feel free and at ease and like we can fly. 🙂
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Absolutely true ..we used to scream on top of our lungs as the swing goes higher and higher..
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WOW you are participating in the writing month. I salute you, hope I can catch up with your poems. but this one is special Mich, I know it comes from a sad yet beautiful place in your heart and mind. i too remember my sister and son in the same way, the things we did together, simple but so memorable. Praying for the peace to be upon their dear souls. god bless you dear friend.
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Thank you Gina..we are lucky to have the best memories with our loves ones who went ahead of us…and we remember them with a grateful heart…and a smile..
Keep safe always Gina..
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