Sunday, February 20, 2011

One Single Impression: Top

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top

spinning top goes round and round
musical sound cannot identify that tune
when it will stop only do the children know
spinning spinning spinning round and round

spinning top slowing now ever going around
wobble here wobble there still playing its song
silly tune that save the children no one knows
spinning and wobbling along new crazy path

now clipping the ground yet spinning still
wobbling and singing more crazily yet
it will stop near to you or by me
last wobble stopped by a child
whoa
stopped
it
is
quiet


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Prompt word, Top, suggested by Sandra at If

Find more poems at One Single Impression using "Top" as prompt

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17 Comments:

At Sunday, February 20, 2011 3:52:00 AM, Blogger anthonynorth said...

Childhood memories flooding back at this. nice one.

 
At Sunday, February 20, 2011 3:57:00 AM, Blogger Kodjo Deynoo. said...

A very nice children's poems

 
At Sunday, February 20, 2011 3:58:00 AM, Blogger Ramesh Sood said...

What a lovely spin..that.. enjoyed it..went in to my childhood when we used to spin a wooden ball with a cotton cord...

 
At Sunday, February 20, 2011 4:40:00 AM, Blogger sandra said...

lovely memories Jim...thanks for your words!

 
At Sunday, February 20, 2011 4:07:00 PM, OpenID teric said...

You went right for the obvious, a child toy. A wonderful spinning tale.

 
At Sunday, February 20, 2011 8:57:00 PM, Blogger Tumblewords: said...

I was thinking of tops last week - it's been a long time since I've seen one in real life! :) Nifty poem!

 
At Monday, February 21, 2011 9:20:00 AM, Blogger Tammie said...

wow, I feel like a spinning top after reading this! Good job.

 
At Monday, February 21, 2011 1:17:00 PM, Blogger DeLi said...

anthony is right, this is a sweet reverie of chilhood

 
At Monday, February 21, 2011 6:30:00 PM, Blogger Lisa at Greenbow said...

I see your house is still full of those topsy turvy children. They keep one young. Tops, mops
and minature chairs,
fill the heart with youth.

 
At Monday, February 21, 2011 9:32:00 PM, Blogger SandyCarlson said...

You have me thinking of all the simple joys and how much peace they brought me.

Thanks.

 
At Monday, February 21, 2011 9:42:00 PM, Blogger The Write Girl said...

Hi Jim, I think you've described memories and childhood toys perfectly. It is continuous music and rather annoying for adults but captivating for children. Nicely written and full of humor as always!

 
At Tuesday, February 22, 2011 1:56:00 PM, Anonymous ms pie said...

"it is quiet"........ they must be napping... as a caregiver for three toddlers the sweet sound of nursery rhymes and such are always in the air... except for those lovely moments when they sleep.... love that you chose such a top as this!!!!

 
At Wednesday, February 23, 2011 8:59:00 AM, Blogger Rebecca said...

This is very creative! I have always wanted to try to photograph a spinning top and since you managed to write a poem shaped like a top I think it is time for me to give it a try.

 
At Wednesday, February 23, 2011 7:46:00 PM, Anonymous Madeleine Begun Kane said...

A well done spin, indeed!

 
At Wednesday, February 23, 2011 8:35:00 PM, Blogger SandyCarlson said...

Yes, oh, yes. Great poem.

 
At Wednesday, March 02, 2011 12:26:00 PM, Blogger Patti said...

Hi!!! Loved the cheerfulness of the poem, pictures and the shape- Well-done! How was your trip? Hope all is good with you and the Mrs. :)

 
At Saturday, March 05, 2011 2:16:00 PM, Blogger Geraldine said...

How adorable these all are, nice work with the prompt Jim.

My new blog: www.takeahappybreak.com

 

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