A simpler time

Of late I reminisce
And dream of childhood days
I think of things I miss

And butterflies that fly my way

Simply, a day in our lives

spent at home,  in the garden

Ice cream was pure delight

The news was of champions

Of late I reminisce
And dream of childhood days
I think of how world peace

Is now precarious, far away

Simply, a day in our lives

Sublime, safe and serene

Of late I reminisce
And dream of childhood days.


Words by ninotazizCopyright 2013 © ninotaziz.All rights reserved.
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Gay, who is absolutely busy moving, invited us to explore the tools of our trade as poets over at dVerse. This reminded me of the times I was a young girl, writing poetry just for the fun of it. Often, I turned to rhymes, rime, assonance and alliteration without realising these were forms that produced musical tones to a piece of writing.

And yes, life was simpler then. The news was not so much in the face, and Presidents come and go when their term was done. The TV was the dominating electronic device. And the office was in the office. But then, we did not have access to the world at our kitchen table. Oh yes, we did. There was the radio.

Thirty years ago, I had no idea what haiku was, and that there was a French poetry form fashioned after our Malay pantun called pantoun. I never knew that Ghazal, which is a genre of traditional songs to me, was also poetry.

Thank you dVerse, thank you Gay.



Note : Most memorable piece of news  then - Nadia Comaneci winning gold at the Olympics and seven  perfect 10s in Montreal. And Torvill and Dean's unforgettable routine - Bolero in Ottawa. I was there. In Ottawa. In 1984.