Thunder

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I often wonder,
what it is about
thunder

that causes
such a
mysterious

sensation,
from deep within.

There are times
when I’m smitten
with a grin,
as I

ponder and reflect
upon
my life as a child.

Thinking
about the thunder
that would rain down

when we least expected
it.

And then?

Running,
hiding, and trying to find
a place to not be affected

by it.

And, as I write that last
stanza, it occurs to me,
the “it”
in compilation, is unseen

and hidden from view.

A mysterious, and, yes,
often ominous feeling,
even when the thunder
was not dealing it’s clatter.

Hiding under bed,
waiting, worrying, and
unofficially praying for a stead-
fast reprieve

form the hidden noise.

And, oh, what a joy!

When finally released
from the deluge
of noise,

which overwhelmed
my every sense
until, finally,
yes

poise,

did return.

And, I could crawl
out
from underneath,

and, once again,
breathe in
the

salty air
from the rain,
which did just fall.

Oh, thunder, you
are oft criticized, and
yet, are a part of
Nature, so I

do surmise,

you are elegant
in your ways.

And, I do always
pray, for a return
of the rain.

So if you must
also return,
very well,

I will prepare
as needed,
and,

see you thunder,
on the other
side of
the

season.

#poetry, #childhood, #life, #love, #nature, #poem, #poems, #seasons, #thunder

Play

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Times
At play, gone by
Without a whisper

Of an oft remembered
Whimper,

As we long
For the days
Of play
When we were

Carefree and
At once

Unafraid

Of all
That surrounded
Us

In touch with
Our true selves
Without
The baggage

That comes with age

Yet,
We can remove
What’s in our parcel
And let go

Of those unneeded

Scruples, and mis
Understandings
Made along the way, and

Create a day
Where we are light,
With delight,
And

Able to revel
In the play
Of life
With

Fancy,

Just like when
We were little

Running,
And jumping,
Not a care in the world

For we didn’t know
About cares

Why would
We dare?

When you are young
You are focused
On creating
Beauty

With every finger
Touched

By Presence

And, guess what?

You can play
That way
Today

Even with
The age, which

Is upon
Our collective face

For inside,
You are still
Young, my friend

So take the day
And play
Away

#poetry, #carefree, #childhood, #foreveryoung, #life, #love, #play, #poem, #poems, #presence

Swing

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Swing
Back and forth,
And back again
Just like an old friend

Though I don’t partake
Today, my memories are
Filled with blissful days
Made in your tender embrace

When times were tough,
Or a wonder,
There was always
A reason to seek your shelter

Carefree, swinging
In the wind
Worries and fears
Absolutely disappear

Without a trace of
Their presence,
Only ever the wind
Guiding me back

Up again, higher and
Higher, a beauty is calling
Me back in repose, yet
I catch more speed

And, off to the other side
I do go

Racing up towards
The heavens, it’s as if
The sky was pulled down
Just for me, as I sit on your

Lap and feel such glee

Now back towards the
Middle, where it started
When we were kiddos,
And, just then, we get a push

From a friend
That’s not done watching,

And, ditto, for my friend, as
Their now joining in, and

Now we swing together,
Just the three of us, racing
Back and forth, again

And, again, there’s no time
So, let’s begin again

Time has no pulse
In this endeavor,
For it’s all about impulse

As we live our life
With not a care in the world
Only the three of us now,
You, I, and the swing

We now share

#poetry, #childhood, #freindship, #life, #love, #poem, #poems, #swing, #swinging

The Sound of Series #3: The Sounds of Summer

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Remember being a child during summer time. Gosh, I love the summer. I grew up in Southern California, and, though the weather in Los Angeles is pretty good all the time, it is extra special in the summer. Long sunny days, breezy afternoons, where everything was sort of a-glow all the time. Mm. Wonderful.

There are also certain sounds that remind me of summer’s in LA. Though, you may not have grown up in LA, chances are some of these sounds might also be familiar to you.

The Sound of the “Ice Cream Man”

If there was one sound of summer that I adored as a child more than others, it was that of the ice cream truck. Gosh. I remember being outside playing with my sisters, or with other neighborhood children, when we would hear that most familiar sound coming from a street or two over.

We would stop everything we were doing, and stand very still to ensure what we heard was true. And, as soon as we were sure that the ice cream truck was coming our way, we would run as fast as we could to the house to get money from our parents.

Once we had the money, we would race back outside, and wait. And, as soon as that wonderful truck started to make its way down our street, we would run after it, hollering and waving our hands so it would stop. So much fun.

In case you’ve forgotten that wonderful sound, here it is.

The Sound of Fireworks

Another sound of summer I adored as a child was that of fireworks on the fourth of July. We would always go to my aunts house, where all of my cousins and I would play away the afternoon, as we eagerly awaited the evening firework festivities. The crack, boom, and bang of the fireworks was enticing, and very exciting.

We always had quite the firework show. All of my dad’s brothers and sisters would take up a collection, and head down to the fireworks stand to purchase several bags of fireworks. We always had a ton.

Typically, we would start out by lighting some of the smaller ones, leading up to, after at least a good hour or so, the “grand finale.” The grand finale included using most of the larger fireworks, and lighting many of them at the same time. Quite the show. I love the sound, sight, and smell of fireworks. Excellent.

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The Sound of the Water Hose

Though we went to the beach often when I was a child, during the summer my sisters and I would also play with the water hose. We had a myriad of different attachments for the hose, some sprayed water up and down, and some all over. Often, we would simply just attach the sprinkler to the hose and use that. Running back and forth across the lawn, jumping over the sprinkler, time and again.

We also had at least two or three different slip and slides growing up. Fun, and sometimes dangerous, if your not being careful. I remember running so fast, and jumping as hard as I could, to the point that I would slide off the slip and slide into the grass. Covered in grass, called for more trips on the slide, and rinsing off with the hose.

Ah, the sound of the water spraying out of the water hose was a reminder that summer was here, school was out, and it was time to play, and just be.

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The Sound of Cookouts and BBQ’s

Another sound I love of the summer is that of family cookouts, especially BBQ’s. Now, any barbeque grill is fine, yet the good old fashioned charcoal grill is what I’m referring to in this post. I love the way charcoal heats, coals going from black, to glowing embers, turing red, and eventually white. Love that.

I also loved the food that went with those BBQ’d meals, which included watermelon, corn on the cob, potato salad, beans, and usually burgers and hot dogs. The sounds of family preparing food, cooking food, and ultimately eating all of that food, while conversing about this and that. Cookouts and BBQ’s, truly summer.

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The sounds of summer bring back all kinds of memories. Memories of a simple time, where playing, creativity, and all of the worlds possibilities were available. From ice cream trucks to family cookouts and BBQ’s, the sounds of summer remind me of being a young child, and the openness that comes from a summer full of possibilities, and delightful sounds.

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