PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

among feisty flowers

a secret life of childhood

begins

full of traditions

and over thought out ambitions

amid histories heaped in imagination

heroes grow out of myth

pick up their swords and fight

their way into the bellies of play

in the time it takes to fall down

and reconstruct the dream

the core has evolved

and yet another layer of the complex self

is put in place

we create ourselves

starting as children

in our own young impressionable minds

why I know for a fact

I had the curiosity of

Scooby Doo

and the compassion of Mr Rogers

the gentle spirit of a butterfly

and the wit of captain kangeroo

I wanted to be both Puff and Stuff

and Sheriff Matt Dillion's first female

deputy

I dreamed of marrying young Eb off Green Acres

when I was 4 years old

proof that 4 year olds do have dreams of marriage

my doll Mrs. Beasely was my dearest most trusted

friend

and I longed for Mr. French to tell me my Uncle Bill

would be home soon

I had quite a soap opera of a life in my young head

and I lived out those ideas of who I was

so much so, that that four year old me would be proud

of the woman she later became

funny thing is only one major part of my very being

remained hidden for many years to come

until I was in my early 20s the poet in me never fully

came into bloom

there was life for me and then there was poetry

an interchanging mix through the years though

blessedly I was many times able to chronicle the

inter woven mix of child to woman to poet to

woman then child and back again

but those are my blessings

and they need no further addressing................

( written Jan 24,2007 1245am)