Bold

Little boy scales the snowbank in Spider-Man boots stomping snow, relentlessly a focused performance superboy tantrum, gushing discontent flattening worlds imagined crushing lands gripped by villains His mother, nearby, gleams like heat under a stove pot a wary gatekeeper, extending love unmatched to watch the giddy rush of boy to dream a soulful future to wonder on the needs of self to view a son's awakening in the freedom of spaces Little boy unfinished work putting his stamp on joy as bits of snow fly like a tale unfolding As a mother watches the elastic bounce of youth, till the real world runs away with him. Poem composed: January 23, 2021

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Daniel Schack

Date: 2/1/2022 7:55:00 AM

Good stay bold.whether young or old Nice.see or comment mine.please

Brian Sambourne
Date: 2/1/2022 9:28:00 AM

Hello Daniel, Thanks very much for your drop by to my small submission. Best wishes as you write + post. Sincerely, Brian

Jim Hirtle

Date: 1/31/2022 3:31:00 PM

Your good writing is only surpassed by the wonderful picture this poem conveyed. Not to mention rekindling memories form long ago.

Brian Sambourne
Date: 1/31/2022 7:49:00 PM

Thank you, Jim, for your affirmative remarks on this homage to boyhood exuberance. Hope that you are well. Sincerely. Brian

Marikate Kingston

Date: 1/3/2022 10:22:00 PM

Sticks and snails and puppy dog tails. Little boys. Mine now 23. Your line, "till the real world runs away with him" made sense. Bittersweet growth. I raised 3 children on the snowy Canadian border so I loved and could relate to your imagery and metaphors. My favorite line is "Little Boy putting his stamp on joy" I see him, he is happy.

Brian Sambourne
Date: 1/4/2022 6:25:00 AM

Thank you, Marikate, for your thoughtful remarks. Yes, the little guy stamped happiness with each stomp. It was a grand scene of childhood energy here in snowy Canada. Best wishes, Brian

Ann Peck

Date: 9/13/2021 8:12:00 AM

A beautiful, poignant poem. "...til the real world runs away with him..." That speaks volumes.

Brian Sambourne
Date: 9/13/2021 8:47:00 AM

Thank you, Anne. I am gladdened to know a few readers enjoyed my small piece on boyhood unfolding. Best wishes, Brian

Sam Kauffman

Date: 1/28/2021 1:59:00 PM

Love the last line "till the real world runs away with him." This so perfectly sums up the experience of a mother. Congratulations on your win!

Brian Sambourne
Date: 1/28/2021 3:17:00 PM

Thanks very much, Sam. I appreciate your stop by + the positive response. All the best, Brian

Carol Mitra

Date: 1/27/2021 6:21:00 PM

Such a heart warming write...Congrats on your win Brian :))

Brian Sambourne
Date: 1/27/2021 6:39:00 PM

Many thanks, Carol. Very kind of you to read my submission. Be well. Sincerely, Brian

Charlotte Puddifoot

Date: 1/27/2021 3:27:00 PM

this grew on me more and more with each reading..fresh, original use of language, like "giddy rush of boy" very much..congrats on your win in my contest!

Brian Sambourne
Date: 1/27/2021 3:39:00 PM

Thank you Charlotte. Sometimes, children at play under their parents' guarded eyes elicit passerby attention. From that, I speculate. Best wishes always, Brian

Jan Allison

Date: 1/23/2021 2:02:00 PM

oh the innocence of childhood under the watchful eye of his mother, this is absolutely charming Brian. adding this to my faves:-) hugs Jan xx

Brian Sambourne
Date: 1/23/2021 2:34:00 PM

My appreciation for your thoughtful views, Jan. I am over working (somewhat) the tension between innocence + experience as I did in "Bubbling Over." But I am drawn to parents (pensive) watching over their children at play. Thank you greatly for dropping by. Cheers Brian

John Lawless

Date: 1/23/2021 11:55:00 AM

Nicely done Brian. Too soon the cloak of innocence is stripped from the world of children. An enjoyable and thought provoking read.

Brian Sambourne
Date: 1/23/2021 12:48:00 PM

Thank you, John. Your insightful remarks are always welcome. Best wishes, Brian