..
(circa 1984),
and become something we’re not,
or wish we were.
Let’s ditch the glasses
and the classes
and all that harasses us
deep. Let’s keep ourselves
sane with super
-lative breeze,
and capes of daisy
chains. Masks of sigh
and song.
A dime for your
(long distance)
thought, perhaps.
Here’s mine:
Let’s watch our worries
fray, go
up,
up.
Away.
.
Loving this prompt over at dVerse, from yesterday’s Poetics. Come play!
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I love when your words take me up , up , up and away.
Thank you for the ‘call’. 😘
Hi, Kir! So happy to see you. Thank you for stopping by! 🙂
I like the worries going away and having “capes of daisy
chains.”
I’ll meet you in that phone booth any day!😊
I think phone booths like wristwatches are hard to find. But the whimsical nature of the verse is refreshing
Love the opening lines. Random aside, the last remaining “Superman” Phone booth (glass with bifold doors) in all of New York City is down the block from us. It is preserved as a historic legacy.
Ahh, the invincibility of youth! I love the “Masks of sigh
and song.”
Makes me think of Orchestral Maneuvers in the Dark:)
Love, love, love!!! The second stanza especially. 🙂
De this is brilliant. So many men are content with their Clark Kent, and never let their superman thrive
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I can just imagine those phone-booths… and the daisy chain capes… what a perfect joy in your poem