Thursday, August 7, 2014

Childhood moments


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://redwolfpoems.wordpress.com/2014/08/06/prompt-218-time-travel/

6 comments:

  1. Your poem is a delightful expression of the joys, dreams, and hopes of childhood. On a rare day, I can feel a little of my childhood sense of possibility. Enjoyed your poem, Roslyn.

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  2. I think sometimes we can relive those moments when we share them with our grandchildren. First steps, fearless attempts at the impossible and the security to know we can try just about everything...

    Thanks for your visit.

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  3. There is magic in childhood dreams. Even when old people forget their children they still remember their childhood days.

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  4. This was a lovely little dance that whispered of dreams blown on winds and fairy dust moments --- and I really loved the line "while curiosity waited,

    with clasped hands, to have her wings dried,

    spread wide and shaken in pure delight? "

    Such a powerful image conjured in my mind. :)

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  5. You captured the beauty of childhood...that magical time of curiosity and imagination. Really enjoyed your words choices and personification of Curiosity. The whole thing is just beautifully written!

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  6. Your poem describes childhood well. I especially like this bit:

    when so much was imagined, and so little

    carved in the stone of reality;

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