Words for my fellow-similarly-afflicted...
always love poetics, and some lovely spring vibes here - well done!
I was that boy, and, as a man, I am still that boy. I know, of course, that your poem isn't "about" boys, that there are girls who are just as attuned to the beauty that surrounds them, but there comes a point in the maturation of boys when their peers are less tolerant of such raptures. Power to the ones who hold fast and true to their soul's inclinations.
It's a beautiful sentiment, Reena, expressed in a lovely poem. Thanks for sharing it.
Oh yes! The sights of nature always stop me in my tracks. But how you describe it here, the setting, the actors, that's great.
Awesome writing, great poem.
Love this Reena. A perfect poem and perfect topic as spring and children come out to play
I work with a gaggle of kids and I can picture the scene. I've been enjoying the he mustard flowers on our hillsides so much❤️❤️
Absolutely! And much more so now that I’ve stopped chasing the almighty buck.
So beautifully captured! Nature has overwhelmed and captivated me so many times ! It has helped look at my life as larger than myself. I hope we never lose this ability; the innocent wonder and curiosity ! Love love love this poem - one of my favorites from your collection. ❤️
A lovely. I'm often delayed by nature but I think I'm equally delayed by people. Many mornings, I delay my day to watch an elderly Asian woman—a grandmother or great-grandmother—as she walks her grandchildren to the bus stop. They are rambunctious boys so they spin around their grandmother who walks very slowly with her cane. Ahe hunches over. Her hat is large. Two or three times a week, I watch them.
I love the word gaggle. One of the reasons we love our house being infront of a middle school is exactly this reason. To see a gaggle everyone morning and evening - a joyous affirmation of my aging and life going on ....
That boy is me. Still!