Daver Austin Poet Free verse

Clouds and Festivals

CLOUDS AND FESTIVALS

He lay out on the cellar door
                                             one day
    lazy
          gazing at the sky
A child
Before he knew why
                                  clouds move
Sunny
Late afternoon
Grey    ghostly moon
The busy honey bees
                                 Suspended
                                                  Sip
    Then    BUZZ                       zip!
He’s heard the Earth goes round
His following eyes       go round
                                   and round
Suddenly!
               he’s off the ground
    quite a vital sort of primal ecstasy
Clouds and Festivals
Surreal
          Nature’s sounds
Music in the air
                        infects the skin
                                                the veins
A shiver!
              ah those few moments so rare
                       then
Mother calls him in to dinner

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Joe Maverick December 2, 2011 at 4:47 PM yes can relate to this as a kid,, well put Daver..!

Gwendolen Song November 3, 2011 at 7:27 PM A wonderful imaginative write, Daver! These are my favorite types of children's poems...when did u start writing poetry..did u have formal training? Gwendolen

Sara Kendrick November 1, 2011 at 5:05 PM I can just see the little boy thinking about how things work..Enjoyed reading your creative work about those childhood moments...Your presence at my work was uplifting..Sara

Andrea Dietrich October 28, 2011 at 10:56 PM Daver, I am not sure I understand about the "block" layout thing. If you told Connie you were having trouble seeing some of the poems at PFT such as mine, she would have changed you to the form that allows you to read all the poems posted at PFT. That may be the block form you are mentioning. But I don't know if it would solve the problem of me being able to post back to YOU. sorry and I hope it gets straightened out, Daver.

Elizabeth Wesley October 28, 2011 at 3:13 PM Soup mail

Elizabeth Wesley October 28, 2011 at 12:18 PM Sounds like ecstacy to me. Takes me there with you on this wonderful trip. Always love to visit Frank, your variety is great! Elizabeth Wesley October 28, 2011 at 3:12 PM Should have checked first, I'm a bit drowsy today! Pardon.

Andrea Dietrich October 28, 2011 at 12:49 AM Daver what do you mean about Soup removing your poetry from scan? Did you know that I am able to read all your old poetry by going to a list for ALL your poetry (it's over 9 pages) Did you know about that?

M. Hussain Effendi October 27, 2011 at 11:40 AM A beautiful piece this is. Ahhh! The good old days

Nathan D. October 27, 2011 at 6:28 AM really awesome right love the shape and flow it helpped make it easy to follow the little boy

Andrea Dietrich October 27, 2011 at 12:43 AM This one seems familiar to me, Daver.Was it in one of those childhood books of yours I got from you? It's very nice. I see your poems from PFT too. But I am not responding to them because I don't believe you get my responses to them. Anyway, maybe one day that will all get straightened out. At least we have SOUP.

James Peranteau October 26, 2011 at 7:09 PM Such a jovial write dear poet ! Ah, the gleam so keen, as in our youth ! Wonderful write Dave ! Have a wonnnnnnderful week fine fellow....much love, james

Jessica Arteaga October 26, 2011 at 1:19 PM loved it :) nothing like happy childhood memories