Rhonda Johnson-Saunders Poet Rictameter

What the Eye Sees the Heart Cannot Forget

Secrets,
now memories,
piggybacked through summer.
On handlebars, calloused fingers
steered dirt bikes to an emerald kingdom.
Two boys, on tree stump thrones, ruled worms
unearthed with splendid crowns
of sundrenched leaves,
carefree.   


Written 2/27/17

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Teddy Kimathi March 28, 2017 at 3:49 AM Congrats Rhonda, for your WIN with this fine piece!! ;-)

Kim Rodrigues March 23, 2017 at 9:24 PM Love this, Rhonda! You have captured a memory, albeit from your imagination! 7 congrats!

Eve Roper March 23, 2017 at 11:30 AM Rhonda, congratulations on your win :) Awesome write.... ~*

Joseph May March 23, 2017 at 8:02 AM Congrats on a fine win Laura

Donna Roberts March 23, 2017 at 7:50 AM Loved this..congrats

Andrea Dietrich March 2, 2017 at 7:46 PM gosh, you did yours so much better than I did. I wrote a tanka not yet entered or shown here. I just love how you did yours, Rhonda. Probably one of the best I have seen yet. For me, it was the best picture too.

Nette Onclaud March 1, 2017 at 1:48 PM unforgettable moments remain in the heart...lovely poem, rhonda..huggs

Darren White March 1, 2017 at 12:40 PM I absolutely love this form, and it invites me to try it too :) This is lovely, those two boys on their bikes!

Emile Pinet March 1, 2017 at 11:13 AM The conscious mind extends itself beyond our expected norms and we enter a world composed of reality defused with imagination, where happiness is tentative and so precious as to awe us with its beauty and scare us with its fragility. Well done. Emile.

David Meade February 28, 2017 at 8:48 PM Such precious memories -- a treasury to pull from in our old age. I loved your soft words -- it created a warm images and brought a boyhood back for me! Thanks for your friendship!

Frederic Parker February 28, 2017 at 10:46 AM Those sun drenched leaves we're turned into forts..good luck

Chris Green February 28, 2017 at 5:59 AM This poem was absolutely fantastic and brought back many memories of my youth when with a bicycle you could go anywhere your feet and imagination would take you. Wonderfully done Rhonda.

Anne-Lise Andresen February 28, 2017 at 4:11 AM - Lovely memories, beautiful written Rhonda - Carefree childhood :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)