Translucent Fun like Daydreams
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
“Only we’ll live awhile, as children play,
Without tomorrow, without yesterday.”
~ A. Mary P. Robinson, “Let Us Forget”
Boys play inside their moments made of sun,
Made up in light like gelatine so thick
(Though spirit-like) it never ends. The fun
Transects eternity. Fun has that trick.
It lasts as long as God when children play
(As in some dream-like place) . . . and where else weighs?
An immortality begins to splay
When they begin their games. The gods might gaze
Forever downwards on these lambent joys
And never think to end them. There the past
(Its sharp parts) dwindles. Playmates muster toys
From anything to hand. Little blisses last
Until the grownups enter from their sweat-filled time
And bring with them correctness and its grime.
~ Phillip Whidden