The Swinging Wicket Sings

the sum of the past sounds:
laughing children, screams of the couple;
victims and survivors;

the barking poodle and her pups;
the past echoes, after they are gone,
except for the uncle and the mud. 

© Byung A. Fallgren 

4 thoughts on “The Swinging Wicket Sings”

1. The poem seems to speak of the transience of time and how only certain fragments (some painful, others banal) persist in memory.

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2. Such evocative imagery

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3. Thank you, Derrick

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4. Thak you. 👍😊

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