I sit here
Sifting my basket of Junes
Birthdays and Sundays
And picnics
Under blue skies
Feeling the sun, caressing the field
Where children, hair wildly rippling in
Dappled, wondrous sunlight
Running for all the world.
Shrieking in joy
Whilst Dad and Uncles stood
Wrapped in smoke with beer bottles
Around the barbeque
As the day unfolded
Around family, food,
Presents and overcooked burgers
Glorious dips and
Some vegetarian stuff by your Auntie that is
Unusual.
Tastes nice though.
The kite got stuck in a tree and
We left it there
Like a memento
Or a signature
On a day
Rippling
love the picture you paint... and the kite you left in the tree!
I LOVE the ending. We can learn so much from reading the poems of others, I feel bad many don't realize that..writing secret #1682 lol.
i think you should sift July, August and September as this made some sweet reading...
I really like this - it's a kind of verbal photograph but with far more dimensions.
What a beautifully visual poem, I felt I was there, and a wonderful title too, drew me to it straight away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
walking down memory lane.. what lingers are moments of joy with those loved.. i loved the thought and mostly the way you have presented it.. thanks for such a beautiful write.