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Thursday, April 2, 2015

Departure 19

__A re-visit; this was originally posted here, on March 24th of 2011. It was a reminder of awaiting the arrival of summer, and was originally scribbled during that wait of (circa) 1975.

Then and Now

Hours were longer, and in
Wishing for the day.
A child slept through
Bleaker nights,
Awakening to
Bluer skies where
Birds curled higher
Above greener trees,
Fields were broader
Hills taller,
Brooks deeper, and
Cleaner winds blew
Through darker forests:
Tomorrows were the
Next steps along
Secret paths that
Led to unknown
Places, where
Thickets of fatter
Raspberries waited.
And the
Sun rained down
To pull the earth
Through greening
Stems... into brighter
Flowers.

The child saw these things
Then... and now,
In the sculpture of memory.
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14 comments:

Lorraine Renaud said...

I can't wait for all the beauty you describe, every day DD

Magyar said...

Thanks LL_! _m

Ygraine said...

Oh I love that..."The Sculpture of Memory"...all those wonderful things so longed for, yet normally out of reach...are just a thought away, in the lengthening day...:)
Wonderful!!!

Have a Brilliant Easter! :))

Moonie said...

Really reminds me of that waiting as a child. Our minds making everything grand

much to imagine
journeys past the moon and stars
the mind of a child

not sure why the submission didn't go through - could you resubmit? Thanks

Jan said...

We still have the same expectations of a child who waits for summer, for we are still that child in an adults body.

Your beautiful words have brought forth wonderful memories...thank you-m~

grapeling said...

a great line, your close ~

Rachel said...

Lieber Magyar,

wundervoll wie immer!!!

Ein gesegnetes Osterfest wünsche ich dir von Herzen

deine Freundin Rachel

Bill said...

back home . . .
there used to be
a shortcut

Blessings, Doug.

Lorraine Renaud said...

and i re-read it as I were once upon a time a child in summer..this is one for the books Dear Doug

Crafty Green Poet said...

Lovely!

Out of Sight L said...

and i think what you wrote is heaven, where we have all the love, where we are never lost, where everyday is a new day to love..heaven is Love and I LOVE YOUR POETRY DD

Gisele LeBlanc said...

A feast for the senses! Beautiful! :)

Vesper said...

This is so beautiful and so nostalgic, it makes me cry...

Magyar said...

__I do so... thank you all my friends, for your kind visits and warm comments!
__Welcome Gisele and Grapeling(M)
_m