JC Brul Poet Free verse

Voices

Sitting here under an old shady tree I heard 
voices of school children from afar; 
Though vague in the distance it left me
reminiscing memories of long ago.

Ah, our voices
when we were young
and oh, so true! 
Untiringly climbing mountain
dancing and singing in the rain.

We built and shouted our dreams 
of who we will be decades from then, 
Until our voices echoed in the cliffs; 
And thousand times returned to us.

Now, here under the old shady tree, 
I mumble, "oh, childhood, where art thou? "
And as the voices vanish, 
I hear birds chirping in unison.



May 30, 2020


Entered for “What Brings You Peace Poetry Contest”
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke

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Kim Merryman May 23, 2021 at 5:56 PM A delightful write, JC! Congrats on your win! Blessings, Kim M

Funom Makama June 8, 2020 at 8:54 PM Most profound expressions of your deep thoughts. A great, great piece!

Gershon Wolf June 3, 2020 at 10:11 PM Those voices are memorable, indeed. Just something so uplifting in their timbre. Cheers and Congrats, Gershon

Richard Lamoureux May 31, 2020 at 9:04 AM I was walking on the beach recently and in that moment felt transported back to my childhood. I enjoyed your poem. ;0)

Silent One May 31, 2020 at 6:46 AM I feel the same sometimes, I can sit somewhere and it takes me away to my childhood... When we are young life seems to move so slow, but as we get older its so much faster and we wonder where the years are gone.. Always love reading your poetry..

Arturo Michael May 31, 2020 at 6:15 AM The voices of time...each into the future...Well expressed

Jc Hawkens May 31, 2020 at 5:36 AM I am glad to see you back, and I so missed reading your beautiful poetry. As we echo through our lives, sometimes our dreams even wane.

Harry Horsman May 30, 2020 at 10:55 PM This poetic gem, speaks for so many of us. Childhood if happy by far the best time of all.

Paul Callus May 30, 2020 at 3:31 PM "Oh, childhood, where art thou?" is perhaps the most repeated question ever! When young, time has no meaning; once we grow older we wonder where the years have gone to! If we are careful, we should be able to carry those memories with us forever more. ~ Regards // paul

Aditi Mishra May 30, 2020 at 1:31 PM Indeed we let the voices and memories of childhood vanish oonly to find the birds chirping and reliving them. I wish we could live those days again. Beautifully penned :)

Vijay Pandit May 30, 2020 at 6:22 AM So succinctly and wonderfully done, JCB; Loved this awesome stanza:We built and shouted our dreams of who we will be decades from then, Until our voices echoed in the cliffs; And thousand times returned to us.