play time

 

 

 

 

 

 

technicolor pegs peep through,

stuck into a weathered wooden plank,

meant to be hit repeatedly, incessantly

 

a dozen, or a hundred, characters

poured onto the floor

to be neglected until someone tries

to gather them back up

 

and sticky toddler hands

carry a tattered green army man

on a plastic gazelle into battle.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Tim Lion]

LOL.
Sounds like stuff I still do at the ripe old age of 38 on some Sturday nights! lol! I suppose I am the eternal child.

I especially love that last line. It really shows how wonderfully ignorant of war a child can be; and how wonderfully ignorant of war we could all be, if we'd just stop being so damned grown up. :)
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[Revolutionary]

Prepping to be chief someday.We keep playing as we grow older.The game is just more dangerous.Less rewarding.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Very reiterative of the childhood experience.

[Rene Velez]

great images, simple yet stunning.