Tuesday, March 14, 2023

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 
 _ _ _ 

 - 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 

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7 Comments:

At Tuesday, March 14, 2023 8:20:00 PM, Anonymous JadeLi said...

It's definitely still there and thanks for taking us to your special place, Jim.

 
At Tuesday, March 14, 2023 8:32:00 PM, Blogger Dwight L. Roth said...

Beautifully written. Those places of childhood never leave us no matter how old we become!

 
At Wednesday, March 15, 2023 10:28:00 AM, Blogger Mrityunjay Dixit said...

So filled with nostalgia, this beautiful place in your mind, Jim. Thanks for letting us take a glimpse.

 
At Wednesday, March 15, 2023 1:57:00 PM, Blogger robkistner said...

Wonderfully written Jim. Sounds like it is a great place my friend. 🙂✌🏼

 
At Wednesday, March 15, 2023 3:38:00 PM, Blogger brudberg said...

It seems to be a place for youths, I hope new generations have found it.

 
At Wednesday, March 15, 2023 4:59:00 PM, Blogger Helen said...

I enjoy how you are able to weave a lifetime thru one poem.

 
At Thursday, March 16, 2023 3:53:00 AM, Blogger Ingrid said...

It sounds like a very special place, shared with a very special friend!

 

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