Time Was

By skinner_jennifer

Sat, 01 Aug 2020
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I plucked a moment from younger days,

pleasures twirling in an unseen eddy;

arms outstretched before sloping

to earth, laughing among blades

of vivid green,

 

gazing up at spinning sky, drowsily

breathing in ambient golden sun,

like pleasure of marmalade

on hot buttered toast.

 

Once time assured promised delight,

perceived now only in stupor of thought;

fragments feeding whispers on fringes

of remembered willows that draped

constant pond; not quite touching surface,

 

does weeping tree speak in codes?

Messages shimmering across water,

grieving veiled shadows past?

 

Or do leaves tremble surrendering to peace,

blowing away such wounds? Instead chasing

sunny days when tiny wings fluttered near by,

like we young would play out our dreams

each summer's day.

 

 

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Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Nice to have vivid memories of the feel of the grass, sunshine and breeze.

Interesting that it brings to mind the similarity of delight to yours on eating buttered toast and marmalade! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Penny4athought on

The golden sunshine, optimistic, days of our youth- "like pleasure of marmalade on hot buttered toast" you've truly captured these musings here Jenny - You're look back is crisp, clear and packed with dreams - perhaps unrealized-- while sitting in the "Now" and remembering - connecting back to those days and for a moment - you're filled with those dreams again but faced with the "what is" and then the memory becomes bittersweet.

Ahhh...The unstoppable days of youth may be gone Jenny- but as long as there is a tomorrow...there is always hope for a new dream to come true.  Thank you for taking me on this lovely poetic trip back - it made me remember some wishes too and perhaps those 'whispered messages' of youth may not have been untruthful...so far...but I'll still hold hope in tomorrow.smiley

Penny4athought

Submitted by onemorething on

I like the idea of marmalade, buttered toast and sunlight. I'm sure the willow is speaking in code too - trees talk to each other regularly. It's a pity we can't hear them. The willow as a veil / grieving is a lovely image too. Very nice thoughts and images. 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Thank you for reading and the comment Rhiannon, it was a pleasure looking back.

Jenny.

 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Appreciate your thoughts Penny. Been working on this poem for a while, I was pleased at how it turned out, so thank you for reading and commenting.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I'm glad you were able to take something from this poem Rachel. Thank you for reading and letting me know.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Hades502 on

Jenny, another great one. Good job.

GGHades502

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Too true Trevor, it's very sad that those young days of our lives will never return. I did feel quite melancholy as I wrote this poem. Looking back I suppose is all we do have in the times we're living in, but I'm very glad to have the memories.

Thank you for stopping by to read and share your thoughts.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Appreciate you kind words GGHades502.

Glad you liked and thank you.

Jenny.

 

 

Submitted by littleditty on

this is very lovely - i loved the marmalade days, there is the auburn glow nostalgic in the poem - and for some reason marmalade' is a satifying word, always - as are jammy buttered toasts, and warm memories of childhood! Your poems often remind me of things i don't remember, and dont remember to return to, when perhaps I could -enjoyed this read lots x

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Thank you littleditty,

I always find marmalade on hot buttered toast so comforting, jammy sandwiches always bring back childhood memories for me too. 

In these strange times we're living in, it's even more of a pleasure looking back on the freedom we had as children, being able to run free with no restrictions. 

Glad you enjoyed and thank you for letting me know.

Jenny.