Jun 29, 2007

Childhood Gone


As I lie awake and dream
of simpler times and places.
The grass brushes my cheek
as my head tumbles over feet.
The only things we worried about
were the adventures of tomorrow.
Shall I slay the purple dragon
or find the buried treasure?

Life seemed so full of happiness.
A found pocketwatch
and shiny nickels for my bank.
Bright and colorful bedsheets reborn
as a rainbow tent for wayward fairies.
A sanctuary from the trolls
who chased us through the forest.

A smooth red pebble in my pocket
was the key to the time machine we made.
We fought the indians bravely
as little cowboys on white horses.

Many years have come to past.
Yet the memories flow still freely
through this cluttered mind.
Missing my childhood gone
and wishing I could
live it all again.

17 comments:

In Ink said...

Wow. You just pushed my nostalgia button...not many things do that any more...everything is suddenly rose-tinted.

Blancodeviosa said...

awe... i am glad. i feel that way today :)

Harmony said...

A photograph never grows old. You and I change, people change all through the months and years, but a photograph always remains the same. How nice to look at a photograph of mother or father taken many years ago. You see them as you remember them. But as people live on, they change completely.
but yes Chilhood is unique memory for all..GOD bless you Blancodeviosa..the Room looks good..whose that..

captain corky said...

Can I be the Troll? I love your poems.

Unknown said...

Great poem,very evocative

MacGuffin said...

Very sweet, makes me wish we could've played together as children. You had time machines and I had GI Joe's, we would've been unstoppable.

cathy said...

I wouldn't mind reliving someone elses childhood.

In Ink said...

Cathy - hey!! WTF?? You had me didn't you??

cathy said...

YOU WEREN'T AS MUCH FUN IN SHORT TROUSERS

eric1313 said...

But it was simpler, trousers long or short aside. When we were kids we were trully free--that's the kind of freedom you need to let your words have, even if you yourself don't quite have it. Freedom to wonder and be astounded and point at something in front of you. Good poem. Hope you keep it loose let the verse flow.

And thanks for the shout.

Jay said...

I really wish I had some kind of poetry writing talent. I'll have to settle for enjoying yours I guess.

Big Pissy said...

What a sweet poem! :)

love your photo of the day...so cute!

Blancodeviosa said...

pankaj- Yes exactly. You can definetly relive memories through photgraphs. I would still rather have the time machine though! ;)

corky- It's not so much a matter of can as are...
ahahaha, jk

pauline- thank you kind one :)

macguffin- oh you know it, but i get the feeling we would fight over you captain america helmet.

cathy and michael- aaah sweet sibling rivalry right here on my stage. I love it!

eric- i will as long as i can. thanks for the encouragement :)

jay- it's as frustrating as rewarding. you have the gift of writing. you could right a column of some sort. you know how to keep it interesting. that is hard to do. one that i most certainly can't.

pissy- thanks girl. love the pics you have been posting. great stuff! :)

Anonymous said...

This is very very nice blancodeviosa, well written and warm memories.
tc

Blancodeviosa said...

cat- thank you!

MacGuffin said...

Mac's a perv through and through. It's just a tad bit distracting when i'm trying to watch Hardball on msnbc.

Blancodeviosa said...

Ahahahaha... Yup. Hacking and Humping. Hack, hack Hump. :O