Youth
I smelled the color of the air so long ago today.
Spring days with rabbits, horses and puppy
dogs floating lazily across a bright blue mind.
A bright wind lifts the kite with the rag tail beyond the power lines
and into the uncertain future.
Adventure glowing in the long pink sunset.
A song of life in the dying light of day
as the sky lights up with stars.
Adult
Smell the asphalt and take a slice of air.
Lights flicker and hum in the windowless room as
another widget finds a box.
Darkness bringing respite to eyes that never smell the stars.
Child
Sings the songs of ages past
when adventures were taken,
and lakes were for jumping in.
When beaches smelled of salt and lotion.
Suppressed memories come alive as the past calls us to
once more chase a ball
across a cotton candy sky.
May you be forever young and peace be with you always,
Andrew
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Lovely. After moving to our new place on the west coast, I feel as though I’ve been allowed again into coloured air and cotton candy skies. I hope your adult self takes frequent breaks from the windowless room, if only to take momentary flight on childhood memories.
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I take lots of breaks, just ask my boss. 😉
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I think that you captured the feelings of each stage so well. I do feel most “childlike” when I’m at the beach, and it is because I have such memories from childhood, brought back by sights and smells as the “past calls to us.” I really loved this, Andrew.
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There is something special about the beach and being near the ocean that is just plain energizing.
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Another lovely Andrew poem. I’ve had days where today felt so long ago so this resonated nicely.
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Thanks, today was a long time ago.
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Being an adult is wayyyy overrated! Give me the Spring days and pink sunset and cotton candy skies anyday… Thanks for the reminder to stay young (at least in my mind!) What a great way to start the week!
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As kids we struggle to grow up and as a grown up we wonder why we didn’t stay young longer
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It’s very insightful and very beautiful. Thank you for sharing it with us.
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Thank you.
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A cotton candy sky. A song of life. Adventure. Your words. And I think they will keep me forever young.
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Glad you found something in the poem – young forever, yes.
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