Zestful

May days 
         merry in an iridescent coat of spring 
for girls in flowered dresses
jumping rope
one at each yellow handle while two dart in and out
their laughter and chants bounce in unforeseen direction 

"Janey and Johnny sitting in a tree
K I S S I N G
first came love then came..."

"skip, skip, skip to my Lou
skip to my Lou my darlin'..."
more chants that snap in step with a cardio zing

girls run in and out of an airborne rope
skip, count
skip and count
like keeping time while the rest of the world roots
                                                                    in trouble
careful hops like dancing 'round good luck pennies
the snap of the rope smacking pavement
                as if filling a void
till sunset fits broad, passive shadows to faces
     smirking
     silvered by the zestful push of youth
till one day girls step through the rope
                             without a pause
to come to want different things



Poem composed May 13/2023
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Kingston Avatar
July 13, 2023 at 7:04 PM
The sound of the rope as it hits the ground with a snapping beat. I listen and watch to see, Friendships: sharing, taking turns. Language development: rhyming. Motor development: jumping, balance. Memories: joy, relished happiness, smiles and love. What a wonderful poem that brought back nice memories for me. I am so glad to have found it.
Sambourne Avatar
July 15, 2023 at 7:00 PM
Thank you, Marikate. Skipping rope yields many rewards + harkens back to simpler days when our feet barely knew pavement. Be well dear lady. With appreciation, Brian
Radice Avatar
June 1, 2023 at 2:56 AM
Your title says it all Brian while your words describe it all : Vigorous and enthusiastic enjoyment. Sadly, some other playtime world that once was. I wouldn't be surprised if there is an app now for skipping. :) Loved it. Cheers - Gary
Sambourne Avatar
June 1, 2023 at 6:28 AM
Hi Gary, my appreciation for your supportive appraisal of my posting. You are quite right in that skipping is a lost art among youngsters though a few still engage. With A1 intelligence now, will poetry (computer generated) become the new normal? Sometimes change hangs like dark curtain. Be well. Brian
Baker Avatar
May 27, 2023 at 3:30 PM
Dynamic ending, Brian. I liked it. Brought back some memories of my sisters jumping rope forever it seemed. :-) Good luck in the contest! A poet friend in Texas, Bill
Sambourne Avatar
May 27, 2023 at 9:17 PM
Hi Bill, Thank you for your thoughtful comment on my posting. The poem placed well. For some, the piece is sentimental + too nostalgic. However, some time ago, neighborhood girls celebrated (in joy) their rope skip dexterity. It was worth a salute. Be well. Brian
Callus Avatar
May 26, 2023 at 1:45 AM
You took me many years back in time, Brian! Those were the days when life was less complicated, and filled with innocent fun. We were happier then, even though we lacked material possessions. ~ Regards // paul
Sambourne Avatar
May 26, 2023 at 6:25 AM
Thanks very much Paul, for your message. Indeed, the days of the Cold War were fretful for our parents, but we youngin's had freedom + play. Today, the complications in war + news seem overwhelming. Sincerest regards, Brian
Wells Avatar
May 22, 2023 at 3:41 PM
You have captured the carefree innocence of childhood in this poem! Well done!
Sambourne Avatar
May 22, 2023 at 4:07 PM
Many thanks Thomas. My recent poems here were rather quick writes after pushing pen aside for awhile. I hope that you are well. All the best, Brian
Mchattie Avatar
May 21, 2023 at 12:53 PM
Well penned my friend. A true delight for all. Have a great day.
Sambourne Avatar
May 21, 2023 at 3:21 PM
Hello David, My appreciation for your positive take on my submission. Enjoy these spring days. Wishing you good health, Brian
Kendrick Avatar
May 16, 2023 at 3:33 AM
Congratulations on this memory road of years ago winner. Thanks for sharing. Way to go. Sara
Sambourne Avatar
May 16, 2023 at 5:33 AM
Your affirmative note on my poem is much valued. Thank you Sara. Fortunately im my neighborhood, girls still skip rope. Regards always, Brian
La France Avatar
May 15, 2023 at 4:24 AM
Brian, thank you so much for sharing your creative poem with us in my Writing Challenge, excellent and congratulations. !
Sambourne Avatar
May 15, 2023 at 5:51 AM
Hello Constance, The high placement in your contest was unexpected. Thank you for the recognition. I hope that you are well. Cheers, Brian
Allison Avatar
May 14, 2023 at 2:26 PM
what a charming poem I especially loved the imagery in the first stanza, congrats on your win Brian:-) hugs Jan xx
Sambourne Avatar
May 14, 2023 at 6:51 PM
Thank you, Jan, for your encouraging message on my poem that taps into memory + youthful exuberance. Be well. Brian
Fowler Avatar
May 14, 2023 at 7:29 AM
A sweet nostalgic write Brian. Congratulations on your win! :)
Sambourne Avatar
May 14, 2023 at 5:44 PM
Hello Linda, I wrote the piece at my cabin buzzing with black flies. The poem needed better circumstances for stronger lines. Thank you, however, for your thoughtful message. Brian
Poet Avatar
May 14, 2023 at 7:01 AM
Congratulations on winning the contest with your excellent poetry.
Sambourne Avatar
May 15, 2023 at 5:46 AM
Hello Lasaad Many thanks for the recognition. I appreciate your generous assessment. Be well. Sincerely, Brian
Kingston Avatar
May 13, 2023 at 8:54 PM
Maybe you had daughters or sisters that brought you these memories. I'd love to send this to my best friend. As 6 year olds, we would swing on her swingset for hours singing Doris Day's, Que Sera Sera. I bet there are still barretts in the grass. Wanting the same things then, different things now. I loved those lines Brian. This poem brought back a wonderful memory. Oh, to be 6 again. What a sweet poem with a perfect title. I really enjoyed it.
Sambourne Avatar
May 14, 2023 at 5:48 PM
In all honesty, Marikate, the neighborhood girls tried to entice me into double Dutch. I marvelled at the girls' dexterity + movement. One blond girl held me spellbound, (truthfully a childhood crush). Sometimes memory keeps a flame. Thank you for your thoughtful message. Be well. Brian
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