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Children run to piles of raked leaves a gift of lightness belly flop carnival escapist pleasure that lifts laughter skyward in waves hands full of red leaves thrown aloft like small torches messy play beyond the reach of disapproval erasing the confinement of autumn's cramped, cold canvas cheeky innocence in a fearsome world that wants everything back to the way it was Poem composed: November 30, 2020

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Date: 1/19/2021 12:29:00 PM
Nicely done Brian. For it is known by the wise that leaf piles and puddles are for jumping in.....
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Brian Sambourne
Date: 1/19/2021 5:18:00 PM
So true, John. Leaf piles, puddles invite disruption. For all ages. Look at Gene Kelly dancing in "Singing In The Rain." Best regards, Brian
Date: 12/3/2020 6:23:00 PM
Brian, I revel in every poetic line of metaphorical beauty and richly textured emotion of your poem. A bittersweet ending contrasts with the unrestrained joy to great effect. Exquisite! Congratulations for your excellent win in Brian's contest.. ~Susan
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Brian Sambourne
Date: 12/3/2020 7:00:00 PM
Thank you, Susan, for your most kind remarks. My poems are (to some) unfashionable in their use of simile, metaphor, image. However, I am most grateful when someone takes the time to read my lines. Your words to me are much appreciated. Best wishes, Brian