Once upon a time I was innocent
Once upon a time I was happy
Once upon a time spring came
Once upon a time the flowers bloomed
Once upon a time I heard the buzzing
Once upon a time I saw the bees dance
Once upon a time I felt the summer heat
Once upon a time a child came to me
The child was innocent and happy
Hugging the child I was happy too
Once upon a time child grew up
Once upon a time I asked again
Who am I?
Once upon a time I searched
What happened to blossoms
Where did the spring bees go
Once upon a time I saw a child
Once upon a time I was alone
As I closed my eyes and felt
The child, the flower the bee
All in me
In the middle of winter
All were playing hide and seek
With me.
a passionate write about the memories of life, how the are wobbling and flowing in the mind! ! Once upon a time.... I and you also were child.......
As I closed my eyes and felt The child, the flower the bee All in me Beautiful recollection of childhood. Memories remain deep inside to be reviewed again and again.
A beautiful painting of sweet and carefree childhood, colors of this painting are very attractive.
A beautiful painting of sweet and carefree childhood, colors of this painting are very attractive.
A vivid depiction on the intricacies of life. Liked the recurring lines that express life's activities are repetitions.
Savita, I'll stick to what I said in my 2014 comment. : ) Now I don't have to think hard to come up with something new/different to write. : ) bri
the cascading once upon a time lines ended and i began to be unsure of what was being described. it seems some readers thought you were just recounting childhood memories, and maybe you were. but i have a guess that you/the narrator are a dementia resident of a nursing home, lost in time, but able to find things in yourself which you once enjoyed when you were more lucid, be it 60 years or minutes earlier. well, lucid may or may not be the best word to use, but it popped into my mind [i certainly have rarely used to word in my lifetime! ], i like it, AND i'm sticking to it! so there! i think once upon a time could have happened (in your mind) whenever your mind wanted to play hide and seek. i especially enjoyed the last few lines. thanks for sharing. bri :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The hide n seek game is perpetual.