Ghosts of Childhood
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I have been playing with this for a few weeks.
It was an offshoot and in a similiar vein to My Childhood Heroes poem.
As we get older and move on the world gets more stressful and serious.
When we venture back past the streets we grew up on or a familiar childhood event passes our thoughts it gets harder to remember our memories of play as children.
I hope the ghosts of your childhood are happy ones.
What do You see in the streets
tell me what lies down these roads
Is it the hustle and bustle of the living?
Or is there more.
Try to look closer, look deeper
Breathe in the wind, feel the surrounds.
Let me tell you what I see and feel
I feel past the brick facades of the houses
Move over the gutters and through the parked cars.
I can see much more
A young lad puts willow to ball
as a scurry commences they all blend and fade
Shouts of pleasure ring out, only to be carried into time by the wind
A football is kicked into a group of eager young children
then the sight is gone in the blink of a tear filled eye.
A young boy lets out a squel of excitement as he is tagged by a friend
As they set off, they’re just no longer there.
In this place there is no pain, only children exist
and the games that they played.
The howls of a storm cover the cries of a child
The wind steals their laughter
Rain melts colours of children, into puddles of grey
As time drifts by and the world moves on.
I can see much more here
this is my town. my streets
and those are the ghosts of my childhood.
thomas Simunsen
gerrardt
Fantastic, Beautiful & Moving!
Thomas Simunsen
thank you, I have been playing with this for a few weeks.
I think I got it right. Thank you for your comments very much appreciated.
All the best my friend
RebeccaWeston
Well – isn’t this just so lovely ? !! I wish I had memories like this but you tell it so perfectly, I was transported there – thank you XX
Becca
Thomas Simunsen
thank you, Becca. I had more trouble with this then any other poems for awhile.
I wanted to find the balance of telling the story with creating the images,
without going over the top in either. I hope that makes sense.
Mari1980
I could imagine every word… great poem.
—mari …enjoying reading all your new poem Thomas…
Thomas Simunsen
Thank you so much mari, I am delighted you enjoy them.
DanaMS
Great writing!
autumnwind
Wow. I feel the same way about my old neighborhood, but could never capture it quite so perfectly. This touched me deeply. Beautifully written and congrats on a well deserved feature! Love, Shar
Thomas Simunsen
Thank you, It makes me very happy that you can take something away that means something to you. Thank you for a wonderful comment. ...and Thanks for the recognition, I am thrilled
Jane Keats
This is wonderful, truely a great piece and brought back memories for me too!
PS hit the “Reply” button under people’s comments, that way they get notified when you answer them ;o)
Thomas Simunsen replied
Thank you Jane,
It brought back many wonderful memories for me as well.
Shoaib .
As time drifts by and the world moves on.
I can see much more here
this is my town. my streets
and those are the ghosts of my childhood.
fantastic work mate,
loved the journey back
Thomas Simunsen replied
thank you Shoaib this is a piece of me growing up…again lol.
Rhenastarr
A wonderful journey of memories painting images of childhood past with beautiful flowing words. Congrats on your most deserved feature.
Thomas Simunsen replied
thank you so much for your comments I really appreciate your time
RebeccaWeston
Congratulations on the Feature – you clever thing XX
Becca