Friday, August 13, 2010

Rosebuds

possessions lost


I no longer ride beneath the trees
on my red-frame bike that buzzed like bees,
or go out by dark to view Aries
with my telescope on bended knees,
or slide down hills at flying speeds
on my flexible sled with waxened skis,
or read my Batman magazines
by dim flashlight on sleepless eves.

I dream I hold the things that these
nostalgic memories reprise.




posted to Big Tent Poetry, Possessions (Aug 13, 2010)

14 comments:

  1. Yah, I know how this is... two replaced knees... don't want to fall but at least I, like you, have good memories!

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  2. I love this, the writing as well as the memories.

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  3. Nicely done. Those were the days!

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  4. Nostalgia can itself be a wonderful possession. Nice!

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  5. Philip, I loved your reminiscing about things of your childhood. I bet if you had one of those Batman magazines now it would be worth something!!

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  6. Love the bike that buzzes "like bees."

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  7. hard to beat nostalgia.....thanks for sharing your words

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  8. Someone once said that "individuals who write get to live life twice..." And that is the exact thing I heard and felt in your words. Really good poem,

    Elizabeth

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  9. Love the rhyme in this; so many poems today don't have rhyme that it's a real pleasure to come across one that does.

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  10. This is absolutely perfect...
    From the memories to the rhymes, I loved every bit!

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  11. i like this positive side of possessions... just as you spoke... so dear and meaningful as a passing dream...

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  12. Wonderfully evocative poem, Philip! Took me back to childhood when every day was a new adventure to explore...

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  13. Beautiful memories kept alive by visions of these delightful possessions. Love it.

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