Brian Sambourne Poet Free verse

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 February 1, 2022 at 7:55 AM Good stay bold.whether young or old Nice.see or comment mine.please Brian Sambourne February 1, 2022 at 9:28 AM Hello Daniel, Thanks very much for your drop by to my small submission. Best wishes as you write + post. Sincerely, Brian

Jim Hirtle January 31, 2022 at 3:31 PM Your good writing is only surpassed by the wonderful picture this poem conveyed. Not to mention rekindling memories form long ago. Brian Sambourne January 31, 2022 at 7:49 PM Thank you, Jim, for your affirmative remarks on this homage to boyhood exuberance. Hope that you are well. Sincerely. Brian

Marikate Kingston January 3, 2022 at 10:22 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 January 4, 2022 at 6:25 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 September 13, 2021 at 8:12 AM A beautiful, poignant poem. "...til the real world runs away with him..." That speaks volumes. Brian Sambourne September 13, 2021 at 8:47 AM Thank you, Anne. I am gladdened to know a few readers enjoyed my small piece on boyhood unfolding. Best wishes, Brian

Sam Kauffman January 28, 2021 at 1:59 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 January 28, 2021 at 3:17 PM Thanks very much, Sam. I appreciate your stop by + the positive response. All the best, Brian

Carol Mitra January 27, 2021 at 6:21 PM Such a heart warming write...Congrats on your win Brian :)) Brian Sambourne January 27, 2021 at 6:39 PM Many thanks, Carol. Very kind of you to read my submission. Be well. Sincerely, Brian

Charlotte Puddifoot January 27, 2021 at 3:27 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 January 27, 2021 at 3:39 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 January 23, 2021 at 2:02 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 January 23, 2021 at 2:34 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 January 23, 2021 at 11:55 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 January 23, 2021 at 12:48 PM Thank you, John. Your insightful remarks are always welcome. Best wishes, Brian