these snapshots in time
of being a child but swearing
that you’re not one.
I can feel the gravel under my feet
as we snuck out of the cottage
and ran to the beach, barefoot
the air was heavy, humid
I was young, wild
I can’t imagine the fear the adults felt
when they checked on our beds and we
weren’t there
but I can imagine the way the summer
breezed through my hair
like pages of a book in the wind
the moon parallel to the crown of my head
the ocean crashing at my feet
and the cellphone I didn’t own yet.
I swear I can still smell the salt on my skin some nights
just before I fall asleep
until a notification buzzes
and it’s back to work.
Ah, sweet memories!
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NIce contrast and depiction of simpler times, both as a child and a society.
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Absolutely. Thank you Leslie 🙂
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Ah! Childhood and the innocence that is long gone, but somehow still hidden somewhere inside us, yearning to come out and live free.
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One hundred times yes! Thank you for nailing it on the head.
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Stupid alarm clock! You hate me dont you..
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No kidding! haha
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Reblogged this on davidbruceblog #2.
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Nostalgia lost in modern times! Very nice.
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Right?! Thank you for commenting 🙂
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Very well written
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Appreciate your comment! Thank you.
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Beautiful imagery
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Thanks friend!
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this is really nice. i gravitate to the second stanza as my favorite. a little rebellion in that.
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Thanks Don! Love your feedback, will definitely keep that tone in mind for future.
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You paint with words this remind me of my youth growing up near the ocean. I loved the poem.
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Thank you!
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Beautiful imagery
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