As a child

Standing in a place I had once knew
A place that still held picture in my mind
But from my childhood before I grew

All things stood in their proper places
But my memories are in black and white
And the present wears colorful faces

As a child I perceived things so simple
I had no memories to relate to
And I only saw the good in people

I can't judge on my old thoughts and feelings
I have grown and given things new meanings.


I've been trying various poem forms and this is my first hand at using three lined stanzas ABA style with a couplet at the end. Also I tried using 10 syllable lines. I recently read the poem Acquainted with the Night by Robert Frost, which is what inspire me to try this new form. It's a really nice poem, using colorful imagery.

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