Daver Austin Poet Free verse

Return To Neighborhood Ii

RETURN TO NEIGHBORHOOD II

There were sidewalks
The way to everywhere!
Tread of resoled shoes
Step-over cracks
Upward slabs    mountain making
Skated-on
Spat upon

There were personalities
Runny skin to lifebuoy
Screaming!
Laughing
And then    the flow
When sun     when lights
    were low
too tired to care

There was love
    slightly understood
                               but needed
those mother-eyes
the womb-warm feeling
all mixed with kitchen smells
    powder    rouge

oh    I fit so lightly
    so actively young

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Andrea Dietrich May 25, 2011 at 8:10 PM Full of nostaglia, Daver. Let me go see the other one!

James Peranteau May 25, 2011 at 3:13 PM Beautiful write dear poet....on to you other posts on this...much love, james

Carolyn Devonshire May 23, 2011 at 9:37 AM Love really did seem to flow in the city where I was born, Daver. Can relate to this, especially skating on cracked sidewalks. Thanks for taking me back to childhood with this nostalgic and well-written write. Love, Carolyn

Michelle Mac Donald May 22, 2011 at 11:39 PM You're a deep one, Daver! You walk us through. on those "sidewalks...to everywhere". Will visit with you until the sidewalks lead off to my own neighbourhood and I do get "the womb-warm feeling". A thought nudge for sure! I guess I won't find the poem I kept looking for, but I know I'll find many other interesting ones! Best wishes, Love, Mikki

Carrie Richards May 21, 2011 at 2:36 PM Lifebouy had a scent all it's own...it makes me think of my grandmother's bathroom..........and "rouge".....no one called it blush (it's name today)....all these memories make me smile....I need to go see what your Neighbohood I brings to mind! :)

Nette Onclaud May 21, 2011 at 2:17 PM a joyful beautiful read from your golden pen, daver.. what a fun atmosphere! :) hyggs, nette