Lost Sounds That Call a Memory To Life

Lost sounds that call a memory to life

Loose change jingling in the pockets of children.

Baseball cards riffling in the spokes of a bicycle.

The clack-clack of roller skates over sidewalk cracks.

The clickety-click of a stick dragging along a picket fence.

The baying of backyard dogs seeking freedom.

The mournful moan of slippers sliding over a creaky floor.

The gleeful crunch of leaves under shuffling feet.

The whispered call of a windblown dove.

Voices swallowed by the silence of fresh snow.

The feeble flapping of a tree bound plastic bag.

The off key joy of Christmas carolers.


John G. Lawless
©11/9/2018
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Dietrich Avatar
November 10, 2018 at 6:12 PM
this is amazing, John. FAVE
Rigoler Avatar
November 9, 2018 at 6:29 PM
Love "Voices swallowed by the silence of fresh snow." Very nostalgic, too. Thanks for the stop by, John. Best to you. / M
Sands Avatar
November 9, 2018 at 4:37 PM
So true and well described in this poem. Great one :)
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