Once Poem by Lynn Kincade
Once
I remember
Hot summer days
with tarred sidewalks
sucking at ones feet
The dusty shopkeepers
standing in their quiet stores
The silence allowing their wares
to speak
I remember
Long spring nights
Baseball, basketball, football
Volleyball, tag, badminton
Chasing up and down the street
until the sun drowned in twilight
and mothers called
out supper
I remember
The ice rink
Laying planks in the backyard
flooding the rolled out plastic
Gliding in and out the spotlight
on dark snowy nights
to the old fashioned radio’s
Gershwin tunes
I remember
Quiet evenings
Mom’s sewing machine whirring
making dresses, shirts, and handkerchiefs
Dad’s pencil scratching
a new house, apartment, office block
Drawing blueprint dreams
of someday
I remember
Riding in our old blue Chevy
to the local motel
one unremarkable night
Coming home to an empty house
and Mom playing the piano
song after song to silence
her despair.
I remember Riding in our old blue Chevy to the local motel one unremarkable night Coming home to an empty house and Mom playing the piano song after song to silence her despair. it is how we recollect our old memeories and enjoy...beautifully presented inits truest form with simple message.. i liked it....10 read mine innocence regained....mom i miss u.. mom i cry even today
After reading your poem, my heart is sad. I wish I would have been wise enough back then to understand what you were going through. I would have been a better friend.
A succession of images vividly described adding up to a fine and moving picture of the past.
This strikes me as a very good poem, Lynn. Descriptive with a good eye to detail. Well crafted with simple, direct phrasing. Complete lack of pretense. Poets can learn from this sort of writing.
This is superb, Lynn. You climb into the skin of your remembrance and leave the reading nodding and understanding. The subtlety of your final coup de grace is beautifully understated. Another fine poem from your gifted pen. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Flashing back the old good memories to feel the taste of longing for those rekindles, ahhhhhhhhh.......yours is written so beautifully Lynn.I can imagine behind those bushland.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Reminiscences beautifully told Lynn, love your mind. Always fondly, Jerry