Memories

My attempt at a Pantoum using a prompt

...And that is how I remember them..

Little blonde haired playful boys

Pulling on their Mommy's hem,

Visions of clutter and lots of toys.

 

Little blonde haired playful boys,

Rippling laughter, streams of tears,

Visions of clutter and lots of toys,

So much excitement through the years..

 

Rippling laughter, streams of tears,

Time went by... boys became men

So much excitement through the years...

But I close my eyes, they're boys again.

 

Time went by... boys became men.

They found good women and married them.

But I close my eyes, they're boys again.

...and that is how I remember them.

 

 

G. K. Bostic

Jan. 2011

Author's Note

I have always found the Pantoum to be one of the most challenging forms, but I gave it a go. ;)

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

I don't know what a "pantoum" is, but I like the poem. The rhythm and rhyme are right on, but more than that, I like the message and general feeling of the piece. Having lived my life as a male, I can assure you that the boy inside of us never leaves.

[Art Sun]

nicely put together G...

a poem filled with memories...

nice....

[writernubbin]

I like the way you did this and, of course, the subject matter. Very well done imho. (clapping hands in your honor)

[Tommy]

Wow! Here I go and try a Triolet, and you go and blow my mind with this form called Pantoum. First let me say this reads great. I am confounded by your ability to form such a beautiful piece in such a hard style. This piece is a tribute to your talent as a poetess. I don't know what else to say, but fantastic piece! And thank you for introducing me to what will be a fun challenge for me to try and dabble in.

Great Write!
RLG,
Tommy

[Robin]

loving memories lovingly expressed ~

[OT]

oh brilliantly done!! again you choose the perfect lines to repeat, and I concur, the pantoum is one of the most difficult forms around! all about a play on refrains! very nice! and a cheerful tone to it, nice and light!!

[E.H. Monroe]

This was so full o joy I squirted some eye liquid. What a beautiful flow through the years and an ode to sons who moved along the live you have.

VERY nice work