I Couldn't Talk About It, So I Wrote A Poem

I decide to take my dog to the park on this beautiful warm sunny day, and sit under one of the gazebo's picnic table-benches to enlighten some inspirational true creative writing. Sun beats down, bellowing clouds at a standstill. Breeze weaves through limbs making the leaves slightly wave. Grass sparkles in the dapple shades creating abstract scenes. I embrace a deep breath to clean fresh-air and watch my dog run. Usually there is someone walking or running on the walk path, but not today. Meadowlarks plunging into chatter conversation midst tree’s canopy. Rays of imagination sunshine young children yearning for play; in a hurry to finish eating their picnic lunch as their mothers sit relaxing comfort under the gazebo. Cheerful laughter star twinkles and glow on their faces as they run to the playground towards the jungle gym, to climb and explore the slides, and reaching meeting the sky on the swings. An infectious smile melting my heart just watching the children play rewards me with memories of my own rambunctious children when they were young. My imagination gives way to the creation of the moment movement, and feelings to description of my surroundings. 7/4/2024