Sunday, November 20, 2011

PARADISE LOST





Scraped knees and elbows-
Our trophies of the day’s adventure
The sly giggles
Exchanging knowing glances of being
Partners in crime
The street fights
The tanned skin
The back bites and animosity
Forgotten easily
Friendships forged, broken &
Made up by the day.
The innocent, unblemished heart
Knew no evil
Saw no evil
Spoke no evil….

Then we grew up!

Shiela Moore's prompt in Poetics - "Changes".
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15 comments:

  1. MotifsNovember 20, 2011 at 10:30 AM

    Growing up is never easy. You hold on to things that were. You wonder what's to come. At times I hate myself for growing up,I can do anything to rewind and go back to my childhood days,you have made me very nostalgic with this one...really good.

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  2. photos by janNovember 20, 2011 at 11:20 AM

    Yes really good, I loved it.

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  3. Vinay Leo R.November 20, 2011 at 11:58 AM

    Ah.. if only childhood existed forever.. and we wouldn't change...

    Leo @ I Rhyme Without Reason

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  4. LiveHigh Commercial Property Listing & BeyondNovember 20, 2011 at 2:20 PM

    This was on my mind, how much we have changed. Enjoyed the poetry Janu. I like your new template too, thought I have come to a wrong place :)

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  5. ClaudiaNovember 20, 2011 at 2:38 PM

    partners in crime...oh i like..we were such a gang where i lived...permanently scraped knees...outside and inside..(was not an easy environment) but yeah...the world belonged to us..and i'm glad i saved some of those partners in crime into my grown up world..and even gained some new ones...smiles..enjoyed this

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  6. ClaudiaNovember 20, 2011 at 2:39 PM

    ..oh..typo..? the(n) we grew up?

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  7. AnonymousNovember 20, 2011 at 3:25 PM

    The end of innocence. It's so sad the we grew up. Lovely poem. Thank you! xxx

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  8. JANUNovember 20, 2011 at 5:00 PM

    Thanks everyone, we all miss our good old days.

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  9. RimlyNovember 20, 2011 at 5:05 PM

    Growing up...inhibitions and prejudices start and innocence ends. Very well expressed poem Janaki.

    http://rimlybezbaruah.blogspot.com/2011/11/alone-no-more.html

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  10. Brian MillerNovember 20, 2011 at 5:25 PM

    yeah wish we could go back and enjoy those times a bit longer...all too often the innoscence is sacrificed far too early...

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  11. AnonymousNovember 20, 2011 at 7:54 PM

    wow,
    great reminder.

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  12. The PoetNovember 21, 2011 at 8:03 AM

    Hello.
    We make so many promises when we are young and then life happens, we mature and our minds & hearts become infected with the trials and tribulations of life. Promises once made are broken & forgotten.
    I love the bittersweet imagery of this, Janaki.
    Thanks for sharing & visiting. I appreciate the comment.

    Cry Not For Me

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  13. Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson BarryNovember 21, 2011 at 8:57 AM

    living is learning,
    beautiful entry.

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  14. SheilaNovember 22, 2011 at 7:30 AM

    oh, it is so sad to grow up at times - to lose that sweet innocence that you wrote of so beautifully here :)

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  15. Melissa TandocNovember 23, 2011 at 2:10 AM

    Well, we think we lose it but we really don't.

    There's a certain place within ourselves in which our original innocence is kept untouched :)

    And we could always go there since we have the key to unlock it :)

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