A Boy on a Hill

Inspired by the photo of a friend. ;)

I met a young boy once

on a horse

on a hillside

with a heart as golden

as sunset on the summer solstice

 

sweet light slanting through broken fence rails

as bright and gilded as the crown of his head

 

and he spoke to me of true things, new things

and blue things in a way only the innocent are wont

to do

 

and I remember the unexpected trust of those moments

so long ago . . . when it all felt so completely

summer and full of all things shiny

 

when the grass was high and

moving in a way particular to that season

of off chances

As rare as . . .

unconditional love

 

and I walk that hillside now and again

on the eve of a summer solstice

and wonder about that young boy

who sat on that horse

and told me of things impossibly dear

 

and I impossibly wish . . .

Reviews

[astronaut]

That picture looks like where I live. haha. This is a nice poem, it sorta reminds me or Wuthering Heights, especially the "walk the hillside" and "..boy who sat on the horse" haha but then again the most little of things reminds me of Wuthering heights. great job and keep writing. :)

[Gandré]

There is vulnerability overwhelmingly and regret for life which is lead to isolation, some sort of loneliness, alienation which was unavoidable for the character. perhaps we don't understand that the things will leave us incompetent in a much harsher world... in the opposite circumstance where we depend on independence, eventually we look at the world and start to wonder why do we not belong to it.

[zainul]

What magic is hidden in this poem and the photo?
I am feeling myself as the boy on the horse on a hillside.
You are very successful in seducing the reader to be a boy through your magic wand.
Congratulations!!!

[Dean]

A look at nostalgia with a fresh approach. I have had those same feelings, and I thank you for confirming them with your own. You made me feel GOOD this morning.
-Dean

[shultzfeather]

dear j,
forgot what i was going to say
stricken

[marie]

the impossible wishes are most times the best they last in our minds and give us our dreams

[EileenMarie]

This is beautiful... so moving and reminiscent of days past. Great write!

[emmajoy]

Those impossible wishes stay forever: they create scars that we're happy-sad to bear and, when we flutter our fingers over them, they live again just for enough seconds to remember how we smiled and rode the past.

A more than beautiful peep into a heart ..

[Antonio Valentino]

hmmm.. a boy on a hill.. why does that sound familiar? well anyway :)

you're writing is like a balm.. soothing over after a long day.. of life.. so very comfortable, like broke in jeans or that pair of gloves, that fit just right..

impossible wishes, are the best kind.. maybe thats why, they hardly ever come true.. life is hysterical like that.. and thats okay..

luv this
:))

[Michael G.]

A very honest, quiet, reflective piece.
(And I really like your castles. Wish I could see more.)
Have a wonderful day, Michael