They grow up so fast
November rain (Mother Combs, unofficial 6W6L poem).
November rain brings Longings of nostalgic
Broodings which tug hard at heartstrings
Echoes which resound in yesteryears laughter.
Stillness! How the years have flown
Can you hear the children singing
Their sweet lingering voices echo...evermore!
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It's just me now standing here
The kids are grown, puddles forsaken
My boots remember frolicking and laughter
We miss their happy upturned faces
Splashing, dashing, racing with wild abandon
Puddle and me, lost in reverie!
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Windblown. Still. The puddles sit forlorn
Lonesome, they remember when children played
Jumped, laughed, frolicked, sent splashes flying
In wild abandon, happiness infectious. They
Grew up, forgetting puddle and me!
Alone, we skipped, splashed, puddle smiles!
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Mother Comb's challenge
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Novel Allen
You can only become truly accomplished at something you love. (Maya Angelou). Genuine accomplishment is not about financial gain, but about dedicating oneself to activities that bring joy and fulfillment.
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Comments (8)
I adore this, Novel, your diction is delicious here. "Puddle smiles," my favorite.
This hits hard and wonderfully. I am getting up in age yet still hold on to my youth.
Oh wowwww! You did a Triple 6W6L poem! It was so wonderful! Loved it so much!
Congratulations Allen, your stories are more than just good.
"Toy Story" in puddles of forgotten delight. Beautifully poignant.
A very warm entry Novel. ☺️👍
Oh, so beautiful, Novel. You did a great job
Nostalgia in a poem always pulls my heartstrings. Great verses!