Tag: childhood

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Exiting the Sierras, Nebelhorn, Lincoln Highway, California, United States of America

Instamatic Memory Machine

Much as I hate moving
And all that packing
Which takes forever
As I go through the shoe boxes
Of memorabilia
Stacked in the closet
Which have remained unopened
Since the last time I moved

I have to admit
To some minor or major
Moments of fascination
Or delight
Or longing
Emotion moving my core
With some rekindled
Long-forgotten moment
Or chapter
In a life becoming much too long
To hold all the memories
Within my mind alone

A birthday card
A letter written but never sent
Elementary report cards
And aptitude test results

A story I’d written
With misshapen letters
And a child’s innocence
A Dragnet drama
Starring a detective snake
Age eight

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Breathing Fire, New Brighton Park, Burrard Inlet, Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada

Imagination ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #129

In the dimness
I saw a monster on my bed
But just a towel
In a jumble
A child’s mind
Trying to make sense

In reflections
I see a dragon breathing fire
But just a building
With a light on
Like the child
Imagination still at play

Should the day come
When I see only what’s there
No monsters, no dragons
Which I playfully must slay
How sad I will be
In a world so plain and grey

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Barbed Wire, Digitally Manipulated Photograph, Scoured Granite, Athabasca Glacier, Jasper National Park, Alberta, Canada

Barbwire and Corn

Headlights play
Over barbwire and corn
And I remember a bus driver
On the long way around
During spring semester
All our windows closed
His open wide while he
Takes deep nasal breaths

“Ahhh!”
He theatrically intones
Before another whistling breath
“Smell that fresh air!”
Musky dung beyond barbwire
Making us gag
As we pass his home
In a small development
Surrounded by farmer’s fields
“Mr. Abbott!” sang the chorus

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Remember me

Remember Me

In the dusky hour, the shops and stalls closed up for the night. The day’s crowds still dwindling as I wander the streets.

I am in Kashgar’s thrall. Its people, its buildings, its colours, its smells. Its efficient simplicity, driven by foot and hoof on these back alleys and lanes. The smiles; the furrowed brows; the twinkling eyes, the hard glares: of shopkeepers and shoppers.