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flower stems do backbends over my stretched-out-visage
breeze rises goosebump mountains on my arms
in the distance a monastery bell sends a soft alarm
birds swirl in loving color
smell of honeysuckle wafts by lazily
mind melts as crayons in the sunshine
alive and thriving on wisps of joy that float by on the clouds
remembering ingenuities of building tree forts and teepees
lusting for my carefree childhood
when i was less stained by the pain of life’s disappointments
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Comments (6)
This reads like a breeze
so gentle and vivid...felt like a sunlit memory drifting by ☀️🌸
Ohhh this is so gentle and lovely! That carefree kid you’re missing? They’re still in there—you just let them peek out for a moment.
This is like a summer day and I feel the tug of the scene here. There are some aspects that we can relive and we should. Sometimes the more things change, the more they stay the same when it comes to childhood sights, sounds and locations...☀️😁 I would change most of mine if I could. 🌸
May. I’m a terrible typist.
Beautimous! Your imagery made me feel a nay afternoon in my soul.