Play time remembered -- -- a Poem for dVerse Poetics
I let Adi (aka Duke for this poem) pick our route. She likes the au naturel places |
A Place and a Space
A place I still remember
it's often in my mind
A place where me and my
dog could come and play
A place where I could hide
hide from folks and worry
The place remains, there still
the place where rabbits play
But I no longer can go
nor the dog, she's long dead
The space is there as well
we just don't go there either
The space is a long long hill
a place to sled when there's snow
The space is in pasture land
a place to ride my horse
The space is smooth with hay grass
a space to ride full gallop
A place for small boys to come
down the hill a long walk
A place of solace for one
he and the dog can play
Smoke a cigarette without
adults telling no no
A place to invite sister
let the sister smoke one
One cigarette made her sick
she swore off smokes for life
A swell place to get naked
where no one else can see
A place with water to wade
barefoot pants rolled or off
A place to slice down the banks
dust clouds followed like smoke
A place, wade through the tunnel
'neath the road to neighbor's lake
School program now, Santa said
"I saw you down by my lake
At a place seen, should not play
caught, Santa belief left
A place now here to tell, end
end with the old Buick
A place where half in buried
dirt, that car I could drive
Buick, rusted sides, no top
wooden steering wheel gone
A place, Duke my dog and I
drove all over the world
The place is there still, alone
only rabbits go there now
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved
- I'm am linked with
Ingrid
at dVerse Poetics, Notes:
- Ingrid has asked, "I urge you to write the poetry of the places and/or spaces which inspire you the most. It does not have to be natural scenery: choose a cityscape or even a cinema or shopping mall if you prefer. I simply want to know how place and space move you, and which places and spaces mean the most to you."
- This may be the last of having Ingrid to host with her such great ideas as her work is going to be more demanding of her time. We will miss her.
- To read other's writings, click here
Labels: Cars, dVerse prompt, Ninth Life Poetry, Places, Poem
7 Comments:
It's definitely still there and thanks for taking us to your special place, Jim.
Beautifully written. Those places of childhood never leave us no matter how old we become!
So filled with nostalgia, this beautiful place in your mind, Jim. Thanks for letting us take a glimpse.
Wonderfully written Jim. Sounds like it is a great place my friend. 🙂✌🏼
It seems to be a place for youths, I hope new generations have found it.
I enjoy how you are able to weave a lifetime thru one poem.
It sounds like a very special place, shared with a very special friend!
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