L.L.’s invitation, “Write a poem about a certain street or street address” pushes memories to the surface. I try to put the pictures and sounds in the words.
Our Street
Mind meditates, remembers
Slow strolls on gravel road
Winding long lane
Trees frame quiet woods
Bobcat bounds, glimpse of deer
Turkeys call, hidden owls
Sound their presence while
Toddlers gaze at dandelions
Bicycles in all sizes glide
Weave back and forth
Among the memories
Over grass and asphalt
Teenage driver’s practice place
Boys pull garbage cans
Race quarter mile to street
Fog settles on reflection
Blurring what has past
Heart carries what mind
Forgets too quickly, living
234 Mountain Forest Trail
---Nancy Kourmoulis
3 comments:
Ah... kindred thoughts. I hear you. =)
Picturing trees framing quiet woods...
Your words are lovely. :)
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