REMEMBRANCE OF THINGS IMPERFECT

REMEMBRANCE OF THINGS IMPERFECT

A Poem by Boris

It is the middle of a sunny summer day

I am running down the stairs

quickly and excitedly, with my neighbours following me.

 

We all want to see the Sun

It just fell down in the front yard

I saw it coming down like an overripe cantaloupe,

staining the sky with sticky, succulent golden juices.  

 

There it is,

lying on the ground,

a giant orange, trampling the grass it landed on,

squirting its warm essence all over our bodies.
 

 

The neighbourhood dogs are running around,

barking at this strange visitor.

 

I approach it warily. I touch it.

It is warm and beautiful,

glistening in the mid-noon light.

 

I remember well the feelings of amazement, incredulity,

inexplicable joy overwhelming me

and the comical expressions of confusion

on the faces

of my neighbours.

 
 

© 2008 Boris


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Though I tend to distrust memories from time to time … I like this, it reads well, actually it reads like a memory, as if the colors are different because memories partake in different color schemes than the perception of ‘now’.
My oldest memory is ‘trauma’ when I was less than a year old I was severely with a Salmonella infection of some kind, I have a visual memory of that, at least I use to, the image I think is gone now but I still have the memory as a memory which I know I have yet can no longer ‘remember’. I was sitting on the hospital bed, crying … crying …

Steven

Posted 17 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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There is an innocence to this tale that is delightful. The sense of wonder is easy to catch as I read it. Joy unfolds so sweetly... yet it is also a meditation. Thank you for this. Cheers.

Posted 17 Years Ago


i love the excitement in this. you took us with you in the first stanza.

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i do love this
its a lovely memory

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

pretty good but the descrpition of the sun falling is vague...needs more detai, but otherwise it is a nice write..cheers

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is really good - everything I write turns out silly.

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A good play on the childs imaghination. Well done!

Posted 17 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

wow, i like this very much. nice one boris!

Posted 17 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

very goood i was there as i read it

Posted 17 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Very cute poem I read the poem and went 'irk?' then read the description, and everything from there fell into place. :)

Posted 17 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Though I tend to distrust memories from time to time … I like this, it reads well, actually it reads like a memory, as if the colors are different because memories partake in different color schemes than the perception of ‘now’.
My oldest memory is ‘trauma’ when I was less than a year old I was severely with a Salmonella infection of some kind, I have a visual memory of that, at least I use to, the image I think is gone now but I still have the memory as a memory which I know I have yet can no longer ‘remember’. I was sitting on the hospital bed, crying … crying …

Steven

Posted 17 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Boris

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My life-long ambition is to become a child prodigy when I grow up. I have but one humble aim - to change the very fabric of space-time itself. My hobbies in my spare time include conducting my o.. more..

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