The rippling shallows won’t reflect
Or recognize the boy
Ravaged eyes cannot detect
The simple splashing joy
Of Saturdays, and summer rains
And swollen backyard streams
A faded photograph remains
To haunt his lonely dreams.
I really did enjoy this rumination of childhood memories so well expressed for boy or girl. Read mine – I Cannot Return – Adeline
So this is a beautiful, yet wistful, and, yes, a little sad. I love 'mirror' poems (self portrait) . Often insightful and usually, layered, they reveal much more than a flat reflection. I can envision a man looking at himself in the water and seeing his moving reflection while he contemplates lost youth and innocence. The writing style here, which is tight and short, indicates a river flowing below it. Great use of reflective imagery (photographs, water (shallow) ... Rain or stream) , alliteration. This is a good one... Terse and restrained.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem about the memories. Thank you for sharing this great poem.