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Building

Postby Saturn » Sun Jan 04, 2015 12:51 pm

Building

I've always been a builder,
Not a pontifex, nor mason
Of particular chisel skill,
Or architect of spidery
Azure schematics, no
But my hands were
Always turned to a
Project, a dream of
Castles in the air.

Toys in childhood,
The best ones were
Always a repository
Of the imagination,
Treasure chests full,
Brimming with hope.
Plastic brick houses
Or greyslate and black
Castles stuffed full
Of archers and Knights
With tiny swords, rich
Pageantry for a boy.

Better still were the piles
Of housebricks strewn,
The remnants of work
In a thousand new builds.
I made a precipitous fort,
A ramshackle apartment
In the yard, like an igloo
To keep out the world.
Hudling in rain under
The flapping polythene
I was king of all around,
Majestic, with pride.

The toys are now gone,
And building a castle
In the mind is harder
But I'm a builder still
With every sentence,
Word on word I try
Piling my thoughts
To capture the awe
The boy once felt.
_________
"Oh what a misery it is to have an intellect in splints".
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Re: Building

Postby marwood » Mon Jan 05, 2015 11:39 am

Lovely. I've always fancied a tree house, even now the thought of living high in the tree tops appeals. I must be part Elf!
That I might drink, and leave the world unseen.
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Re: Building

Postby Saturn » Mon Jan 05, 2015 11:58 am

I'd still love a tree house, like in the films! this was just a pile of bricks in the back garden beside the coal bunker, not quite Lothlorien I grant you!
Great taste those elves.
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Re: Building

Postby BrokenLyre » Fri Jan 09, 2015 9:32 pm

I didn't think this poem would make me feel so reflective - but it did. Made me think and feel the precious transience of us all.
"Come... dry your eyes, for you are life, rarer than a quark and unpredictable beyond the dreams of Heisenberg; the clay in which the forces that shape all things leave their fingerprints most clearly. Dry your eyes... and let's go home."
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Re: Building

Postby Saturn » Fri Jan 09, 2015 9:46 pm

I'm glad you think so, it was one of those spare of the moment nostalgic reflections on the simplicity of just being a boy exploring the world, making do with whatever you find, and creating worlds with just your imagination and a few household objects.
Sadly i think there's a whole generation that have grown up in without simple pleasures like that, mine was perhaps the last generation that will ever have that kind of simple childhood.

Now I really am beginning to sound old!

Nostalgia just 'aint what it used to be...
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