Best Childhoodbeauty Poems


Along the Road of Life I Carry With Me Memories

ALONG THE ROAD OF LIFE  I  CARRY WITH ME  MEMORIES


Recollected childhood trips seem an intensely hot affair.
We took a bus, tight-filled with sweaty people’s feet
For hours;  but then at the end,  there was  air.	
And gone were the constriction and glaring heat  - 

In the tranquil cool shade of the springtime wood.
There were spreading red campions and more -
In places where a little sun shimmered and could
Make yellow pools  on the woodland floor.

And everywhere  the fairy  bluebells  all
Nodding in crowds blue and thronging.
In life I carry with me and oft recall 
That day, the happiness, the feeling of belonging.

I picked armfuls hoping to preserve their beauty till later,
Wrapping them in wet cloth in a water-pail
To survive the torrid heat of the bus-incinerator,
Unaware that their happy lives I would  thus  curtail.

An intensely-lived child-experience does not diminish,
But telescopes into a longer event, perhaps with fairies,
Sometimes without  any definite finish.
Tiny spaces can morph into prairies. 

Maybe  the bluebells  were just  there in some  garden to find ,
But I did see them  somewhere,  and I  really made the trip,
I really smelled them. They were not just a dream in my mind :
And for years after, I wanted to relive their friendship.

But   trying  to recapture childhood memory
Is like trying to preserve  beauty   a-flowering
By picking it for a collection in a repository.
Its beauty is gone with the garnering.

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Written for  Paula Swanson's Contest   "I Carry With Me"

Porcelain Dancing Statuette

Statuesque, graceful beauty dancing with joy
Porcelain glazed skin and delicate features
Southern belle of the ball, your day has passed
Dandy boys desire your loving affections
Porcelain glazed skin and delicate features
Strong of will to take this life by the hand
Dandy boys desire  your loving affections
Ready for action, a survivor to behold
Strong of will to take this life by the hand
Southern belle of the ball your day has passed
Ready for action, a survivor to behold
Statuesque, graceful beauty dancing with joy!

For the Pantoum contest, Thanks for the challenge!
This was chosen to be published.

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