Welcome to my world of dreams where imagination and reality, fancy and truth, laughter and tears move hand in hand. I will let you have a glimpse at the share of my own sky, sometimes sunshine bright, and sometimes with rainstorm.
I will take you to memories that are like a serene glow of moonlight, a whisper of mountain breeze, and a rushing gushing brook.
A memory of those treas when the snake enters.. there are some paradise lost here that I really love.. smashing the snake is like loosing the childish innocence.. love the honesty of the poem.
we played among the trees as well...climbing, building forts, admiring the shapes in the limbs....and at that age, probably would have killed the snake as well...now i would just move it along...smiles.
' Its head, smashed and artistically pasted midst the tree roots, made a funny shape. We giggled even more.' I liked that bit. I hope that doesn't make you think I'm weird. I AM weird, but I wouldn't want people to think it.
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The beautiful childhood memories and I too have seen weird shapes, faces made my the canopy1
A memory of those treas when the snake enters.. there are some paradise lost here that I really love.. smashing the snake is like loosing the childish innocence.. love the honesty of the poem.
we played among the trees as well...climbing, building forts, admiring the shapes in the limbs....and at that age, probably would have killed the snake as well...now i would just move it along...smiles.
' Its head, smashed and artistically pasted midst the tree roots,
made a funny shape.
We giggled even more.'
I liked that bit. I hope that doesn't make you think I'm weird. I AM weird, but I wouldn't want people to think it.
Oh poor snake. Likely both little girls felt bad for it, later. I love the idea of a tree being a "pregnancy between the earth and heaven". Cool.
"blue head of a snake" sounds interesting...
@ Björn Rudberg :-) thanks ... that's how I felt about this poem.
Sweet!
ZQ
the first line just pulls you in.. and really beautiful childhood memories. :)
childhood reminder as we played around trees- and still love them -lovely poem of happy memories with a touch of 'fear'
This poem seems at first rather straight forward but you have chosen your words carefully
and turned it into a little masterpiece!
I felt both comfortable and uncomfortable while reading
this, and it definitely evoked
memories of my own childhood.
An extremely good write Moon.
my dear Rose :-) ... you are the closest soul to my poetry!!!
Hey Baishali I love this poem. Did you actually do this - I mean bash up a snakes head with a shovel ? Mighty brave of you. Best Wishes. Ram
childhood memories never fade...i read it two times it catches our attention day by day u r improving and this is a good piece of work:))
Moon, this is a nice tight piece of writing, you've instagrammed the dull thud of childhood many of us share. Good job.
..ironical ode to growing up.So well put!
Knock, knock .. :) Hi dear lady,
just popping in to see if all
is good with you :) Miss you :)
Where are you Baishali ? We miss you and your charming poems.
Wishing you a very happy & Prosperous New Year ..Thanks for all the support! Keep writing! Keep lighting!…BEST PRAYERS FOR FUTURE!!
My dearest Moon,
Happy New Year dear lady may your year be filled with love and joy :)
Miss you :)
Nice poem about childhood memories.
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