The Fifty Cent Tour

Monday, February 15, 2010

the way back

 standing
knee deep
in daydreams 
watching the saturday sky
 change

pinks and blues
melt with
 smooth yellow hues
if i could only taste
it
sunset taffy

riding
shotgun
 in your old
 convertible
watching the scenery
 change

landscapes limbo with
 power lines and moon glow
 i could almost hear
it
steel drum street songs

i keep
these moments
within the reach of
my
inner child
i enjoy them
 irresponsibly
and
it's funny how something
 now
brings me way back
 then
and i'm always ready
to go back there
again

climbing
 trees
in the old apple orchard
watching the season
 change

honey crisp smiles
under vivid 
leaf piles
i could forever smell
this
harvest goodbye

dusting frames
on old family pictures
watching the timeline
change

scenes and smiles
stretch 'cross
years and miles
if i could only feel those
long ago
bear hugs

i keep
these moments
within the reach of
my
inner child
i enjoy them
irresponsibly
and 
it's funny how something
now
that brings me right back
then
and I'm always ready
to go back there
again


25 comments:

  1. Every one of those images invoked a memory in my own mind as well. Thank you. :-)

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  2. knee deep in day dreams...love it.

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  3. Sunset taffy...
    Honey crisp smiles...

    I like your inner child!
    She kicks azz!!
    Bring her out more often!!!

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  4. This is a wonderful poem. While you told me your daydreams, I got to enjoy my own, too.

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  5. While reading this, my inner child came out and took me back too :)

    Thank you, Rene

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  6. aaahhh...this made me feel everything!! I too, felt my inner child.

    :)

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  7. I'm always ready to go back "there" too... My kids help me do that. And if not, I take them back "there" with me. They love hearing about all the stories of my childhood. I only wish I could remember more! You have inspired me to write them down :) thanks!

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  8. "Knee deep". :-)

    I feel the same way every time I hear a certain drum beat. Gene Krupa, where are you now?

    Pearl

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  9. The senses are so poignant here. Thank you.

    Cheers,

    SLC

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  10. "...if i could only taste this sunset taffy..."

    Delicious. Great job Rene.

    xo

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  11. Beautiful images of a childhood Rene.
    Just what I need....

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  12. Love it. Especially the title. Awesome.

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  13. I love this!

    A lovely way to start my day here...thank you.

    :-D Anna

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  14. Rene, you've written another outstanding poem. I've read it over and over. Beautiful imagery. And so good to be in touch with your delightful inner child. I feel a slight sense of sadness, torn between wanting to go back and being grateful for where I am. Thank you for sharing your writing. It always makes me stop and think. Have a wonderful birthday weekend. Love, Ginny

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  15. "Landscapes limbo with powerlines and moonglow"

    That line really made for some vivid imagery in my mind, Rene. This is one of my fave poems of yours. So evocative!

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  16. A striking poem.

    "Honey crisp smiles under vivid
    leaf piles
    if I could only smell
    this
    harvest goodbye"

    I Love This.

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  17. I was going to quote a bit from here but then after getting done it is just all so amazing. this one really touches me. A work of art with your words. You are incredible. As i've said before, i would so buy a book of your poetry and I rarely even read the stuff.

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  18. You have actually taken me there, you have a wonderful way with words my friend...your talent shines so bright!! Loved this very much and thanks for sharing.

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  19. love your dreams,
    what a pleasant and adventurous experience.
    Happy Monday!

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  20. "within the reach
    of my
    inner child
    as i enjoy
    irresponsibly"

    this makes me think of grape bubble tape. I used to save the container long after it was empty, opening it just to soak of the smell. ahhhhh..grape bubble tape.
    Actually, the whole thing threw me back in time. Amazing expression..and thank you.

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  21. I loved the visions the words melded into my own experiences - thanks!

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  22. I loved the visions the words melded into my own experiences - thanks!

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