Ancient

the ancient child

so

high

and

wild

she's a girl

who

lives

in

spring

I'm

a 

junkman

who

can 

sing

selling by the pound

garden soil

with

a

grin

while

she lives

in summer's 

shine

will she

still love

when

winter

smiles?

water 

a

desert

hope for 

something

to

grow

in my mind

or

on

the street

we'll

wave hello

and

never

meet

Reviews

[Mystical Ink]

Your poem was a captivating read. It paints a vivid contrast between the "ancient child" living freely in spring and the pragmatic "junkman who can sing." The imagery of selling garden soil with a grin and the uncertainty about enduring love through seasons adds depth. With its poignant acknowledgment of missed connections, resonates with a sense of longing and fleeting encounters.

[AYVID N]

A sublime feeling to the poem...a gentle query. Will she still love when winter smiles? Yes, if she falls in love with winter's beauty...All in his mind...

[Daz]

Another nice one... That first stanza draws the reader in. Then the flow just keeps going without disappointing. The title definitely got my attention.

[John Sullivan]

Thank you kindly, Jodash

[Thomas W Case]

Potent words. You capture the scene.

[emmajoygreen]

Here's a true heart making a discovery and - feeling it deeply. Fine words laid clearly and visually.

Somewhat beautifully

[John Sullivan]

Thanks Ms. Emma! Cheers to feeling things deeply, I've got that part right at least. Naw, I'm becoming an increasingly neurotic and over-emotional old man lol. The fine line between feeling feelings and making assumptions... or misreading situations entirely. We're endlessly complicated people, Ms. Emma. We've spoken a bit about aging and wisdom. I for one am not ending up as wise as one could hope, perhaps. But maybe that's the lesson. May my words be beautiful where I am not, really. Anyways. Thanks for stopping by Emma, always a pleasure. I toast you with my coffee cup!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

but somehow you know her so well...the meeting might be in your poem.

[John Sullivan]

How the brain can get carried away with these things... and the assumptions we make, perhaps. We really don't get wiser, do we? As much as we might like to think so...

[Arundass TP]

This poem is really musical. Touching lines. I can sing it good writing

[John Sullivan]

Thanks Arundass, I'll be sure to return the review favor one of these days

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Selling by the pound
Garden soil
With a grin


Great lines

Enjoyed your write today

[John Sullivan]

And I very much enjoyed your visit! Thank you so much for stopping by, friend

[Ken Simm.]

This is a song. A set of beautiful statements that seem to live in memory and are therefore very personal. I love it.

[John Sullivan]

We men are absurd creatures when it comes to matters of the heart. God help us. If He exists.

[Ken Simm.]

If she allows him don't you mean?

[John Sullivan]

Of course. Apologies. Distracted thinking.