Grown-Up

Grown-Up

A Poem by Shalini R

I’ve tasted the color of rain

Lilac and cotton candy covered my lips.

I can recall the bite of blackberries

They stung my tongue

Barefoot in dirty puddles

Mud melting between my toes.

Those days I was a child are

Now long gone, teetering on forgotten.

Today I hear money

Clanging a conforming beat.

 

© 2008 Shalini R


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I like what you've done with this...

tasting colors
cotton candy & mudpuddles
nuances we cling to and adore...until the "drive-2-survive
makes us run for that "clang-of-money" you speak of...rather than the fascination of the ice cream mans bell

I love writes like this
( did you mean "bite" of blackberries ? )

Blesssssssssss

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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I agree with the featured review, don't you mean "bite" of blackberries?
Other than that, this poem was nice to read, and then I got to the ending, and it left me thinking. I like poems that make people think.
This particular ending led me to believe the money was clanging in a can, as if the person was a homeless person on the street.
I loved the ending overall.
Thanks for sharing.
-Bryce

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Some very vivid images stem from this piece.
I like how you've expressed your disgust with adulthood:

"Today I hear money
Clanging a conforming beat."

Cover your ears and run for the hills.
It's more than possible to resist...a little, at least.
Play board games, eat penny sweets and roll down grassy verges [mind the dog muck].

Why should kids have all the fun?

Great piece. I kept thinking it was an acrostic, not sure why.
Thanks for your review of my piece.


Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

sad. I really dispise how we all have to conform to society in order to survive, but we do. If only we could be free again, as children.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Oh, you killed me with the ending! Ahhhhhh, to be a kid again. This was quite an excellent trip back to innocence, thanks for sharing!!

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I like what you've done with this...

tasting colors
cotton candy & mudpuddles
nuances we cling to and adore...until the "drive-2-survive
makes us run for that "clang-of-money" you speak of...rather than the fascination of the ice cream mans bell

I love writes like this
( did you mean "bite" of blackberries ? )

Blesssssssssss

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

So true.

I can hear the sound of that money too. And those images from childhood have gotten so blurry...

In a few lines, you've managed to capture so much.
Thank you so much for sharing.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Shalini R
Shalini R

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