If I could touch those childhood moments,
when sunshine danced on morning's face,
and sang of possibility, and abundance,
of optimism, expectation and simple joys,
then, like captured drifts of cloud,
or light consumed, fairy-floss of day, could,
would I re-capture, those fleeting times
when so much was imagined, and so little
carved in the stone of reality; when hope
giggled in ridiculous and unexpected mirth,
in the corners of established time, and reason
dragged frayed slippers across unpolished,
dream-rubbed floors, while curiosity waited,
with clasped hands, to have her wings dried,
spread wide and shaken in pure delight? Perhaps.
http://dversepoets.com/2013/10/17/meeting-the-bar-the-beat-poets-and-their-poetry/#respond
when sunshine danced on morning's face,
and sang of possibility, and abundance,
of optimism, expectation and simple joys,
then, like captured drifts of cloud,
or light consumed, fairy-floss of day, could,
would I re-capture, those fleeting times
when so much was imagined, and so little
carved in the stone of reality; when hope
giggled in ridiculous and unexpected mirth,
in the corners of established time, and reason
dragged frayed slippers across unpolished,
dream-rubbed floors, while curiosity waited,
with clasped hands, to have her wings dried,
spread wide and shaken in pure delight? Perhaps.
http://dversepoets.com/2013/10/17/meeting-the-bar-the-beat-poets-and-their-poetry/#respond
You have so beautifully captured those by-gone days. Very nostalgic.
ReplyDeletewhen hope giggled...ha....i like that...reason dragging frayed slippers as well....ha, cool personification....that whole second half....
ReplyDeleteThis is so lovely. A pleasure to read indeed.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
nice... those carefree childhood days and dreams... we should be careful not to lose them when we grow up...love the dream-rubbed floors..
ReplyDeleteOh, how I longed to have a childhood like this, beautifully realized.
ReplyDeleteMany great images - such a surprising and joyous way to express the ineffable desire to reach through time, turn a corner, walk back into the same room and have things be the same..but dayafteryear it changes even if you stay in the same place. Well said.
ReplyDeleteThat childhood.. lingers and hopefully happy somewhere back there.. well expressed...
ReplyDeleteLove the "dragged frayed slippers across unpolished dream rubbed floors"...definitely a pull to the nostalgic and a different drum beat....nice..
ReplyDeletefull of image and vigor
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