Bountiful

reminiscing on the past and the blissfulness of childhood

Bountiful                                                                                   

 

Remember,

soft summer winds at night,

lilac scents and streetlight moths,

and silhouetted garden walks,

illuminated.

 

For they don’t stay,

but run away in time,

so they can be remembered.

 

Remember,

houselights framed in happy glow,

cherry trees and full green lawns,

and painted porch swings,

swinging.

 

For they don’t wait,

but search forgotten time,

where they may be a memory.

 

Pleasant feelings,  bright balloons,

balmy sun-warmed, afternoons,

night life carnies, midnight swoons,                       

teenage lovers.

 

Springday mornings-crystal air,

blooming flowers, earthy smell,

midday wheat field- lazy bed,

summer coming.

 

Do you remember?

they may, like childhood, run behind,

to lose you-searching,

children’s game,

but never lost, though deep, they hide,

within you,

to be remembered.

copyright Rikkevi Rue 2010 all rights reserved

Reviews

[ice]

Now I remember why I never grew up...this poem tells (told) me the answer.

"Do you remember?
they may, like childhood, run behind,
to lose you-searching,
children’s game,
but never lost, though deep, they hide,
within you,
to be remembered."

Well done, Rikke..a beautiful play on words.
ice

[Christie Moses]

simply beautiful and full of the poignant feeling of nostalgia. I remember well...

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

wistful~ lovely composition~ evokes personal memories of such carefree days where time was non existent and the moment was all that mattered in all its possibilities~