Best Poems Written by Sydney Sherman

Youth

I suppose the are the “good ole days”
The days where one has more time than money
Cashed on for lounging and sun nibbled skin 
youth, a precarious thing 
all that experience have the fleeting notion of discovering a hidden treasure already found and reburied 
when lessons are experienced never told, how a babe first eats a dandelion instead of blows
 stumbling across the connections to be weeded out by growth
 fear and anticipation still tickles in the same hum
 whisper promises of forever is to a sympathy of cicadas to bears witness
 the same promise yet multiple forgotten caresses answer the plea
 Imprints fading yet some tattooed, wrapped to the rhythm of quickened breaths
 like a festering mosquito bite, awareness to the pace of time 
its disruption to one’s gate correlates with how much is paid to notice it 
losing possession of a touch of childhood

Copyright © Sydney Sherman | Year Posted 2023