The sun is glowing
Through the trees,
And the children
are running down the path
But I follow the boy.
Legs bare in the sun
Hair golden, long,
The eyes blue
Crisp and gentle.
I find myself
running behind him
Moving along with him.
We sit at a pond
He is looking off
Feet dangling in the water.
The air is warm,
Cool and calm.
I look out across the water
But find myself
Watching him.
He is now hanging
Dangling
From a tree,
He smiles.
I smile.
We are again on this path,
The sun glowing through the trees
His bare feet
Running through the dirt,
I’m running behind him
Moving along with him.
I hear the laughter
of the children
But I follow the boy.
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what an intriguing piece...it makes me wonder about the boy...but i am compelled to follow...nice one shot!
ReplyDeleteThis could have been a scene in a movie. Nice One Shot!
ReplyDeleteI liked this quite a bit. Was this an answer to the prompt about first memory? I wondered because it has a dream-like remembrance quality to it but as stated above is very photographic in nature. Wonderful images. We sometimes do just follow the boy - and then wind up waiting on him. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Gay @beachanny
Very interesting... just like chasing a dream.. and the way you have touched all the elements, I thought of fire too.. I like the carefree attitude of your following too... the boys carefree dangling legs...
ReplyDeleteLiked it, it reminded me of my childhood in my village...
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You are a very good poet Laura and I do not just say that as comment...I read all the pieces here and all carry the reader to want more...I see you live in an area that is know for story and tales...it is a fasinating area...I can feel it in your writing...what I like is you imply ...you ask your reader to think to carry the poem with their own imagination...look to more...thank you...bkm
ReplyDeleteSuch a descriptive scene comes to life through the poem. Enjoyed it very much. Nice One Shot!
ReplyDeleteThis is a well written poem. Subtle and vivid at the same time.
ReplyDeleteThere is an impish quality to the boy
ReplyDeletewhat a nice portrayal of children
wanted to stop by and thank you for stopping by One Shot this week. It is because of poets like you that we have such inspiring words to read.
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this has so much more than you have chosen to say...which is great coz it reeled me in and kept me to the end..and then i was lefty with questions...a great poem..thanks for sharing with one shot..cheers pete
ReplyDeleteThis reminded me of the concept of the Kevin Smith movie Chasing Amy ;) Nice One Shot. Love and Light, Sender
ReplyDeletePleasant child images.
ReplyDeleteThis makes me want to be the boy, know what he knows....very well done my friend, brilliant;)
ReplyDeletevery intriguing.. you write well indeed. You follow the boy... enthralled me here
ReplyDeleteLuke
always follow the boy. always.
ReplyDeletecheers laura
Outstanding! I stand in awe of those who can write poetry (and do it well) -- I, myself, cannot. Off to read more of your stuff. . .
ReplyDeleteWho is the boy? Youth, beauty, desire...
ReplyDeleteFascinating piece!
you took us on a blast to the past...i remember this one...you do it well...
ReplyDeletehope to see you at the pub next week...
Oh.. that boy... I wonder what made you follow him him.. his free spirit? innocence? But I know for sure that the awesomeness of this poem pulled me towards it...
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written, Laura!
Beautifully done with all the necessary descriptions. You made me wish I was that little boy, running in the wind, free spirited, stopping, turning...and someday writing a poem simply called, 'the girl'...good inspiration!
ReplyDeleteSome children have that soul to them, that reflects to the outside too.. Maybe that's why you went toward him.. than the children. Short, simple lines, and a beautifully expressed poem. Thanks Laura!
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This is such fun to read! It puts me in touch with the childlike freedom to follow something inviting and mysterious; both familiar and yet very different. There is peace and joy in your descriptions of what you see. Wonderful poetry! This one is so perfectly delightful!
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