Brian Sambourne Poet Free verse

Unrestrained

Children run to piles of raked leaves
           a gift of lightness
                          belly flop carnival
           escapist pleasure                           
that lifts laughter 
             skyward
                          in waves

hands full of red leaves
               thrown aloft
                          like small torches

messy play 
                 beyond the reach of disapproval
                 erasing the confinement
                 of autumn's 
                              cramped, cold canvas

cheeky innocence 
               in a fearsome world
               that wants everything back
               to the way
                                it was




Poem composed: November 30, 2020

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Marikate Kingston February 9, 2022 at 12:08 PM Oh what fun, I want to play. Jumping in the leaves raked into a pile, a rite of passage for children everywhere. The shape of your poem on the page adds to its delightful tone. Oh, to be young again. I loved your words, "belly flop carnival" What a clever description, a silly funny image, and throughout the poem a happy dancing feel. Brian Sambourne February 9, 2022 at 1:27 PM Thank you Marikate for your read of my poem + encouraging comment. You are quite right - children exhibit the joyful freedom of play. Sincerest regards, Brian

John Lawless January 19, 2021 at 12:29 PM Nicely done Brian. For it is known by the wise that leaf piles and puddles are for jumping in..... Brian Sambourne January 19, 2021 at 5:18 PM So true, John. Leaf piles, puddles invite disruption. For all ages. Look at Gene Kelly dancing in "Singing In The Rain." Best regards, Brian

Susan Ashley December 3, 2020 at 6:23 PM Brian, I revel in every poetic line of metaphorical beauty and richly textured emotion of your poem. A bittersweet ending contrasts with the unrestrained joy to great effect. Exquisite! Congratulations for your excellent win in Brian's contest.. ~Susan Brian Sambourne December 3, 2020 at 7:00 PM Thank you, Susan, for your most kind remarks. My poems are (to some) unfashionable in their use of simile, metaphor, image. However, I am most grateful when a fine poet (as you are) takes the time to read my lines. Your uplifting words here are much appreciated. Best wishes, Brian