A reminder to extend an olive branch… where possible.
Let us sup of the dignity of kindness and humility…
The echoes of laughter fade,
hushed whispers of a time when
innocence wove through our days
fragile threads now unraveling.
A boy stands by the edge of the river
eyes wide with wonder
tracing the ripples that dance
beneath the setting sun.
The world felt endless then
each stone a treasure
each tree a fortress.
He built dreams in the sand
fortresses of imagination
only to watch them crumble
beneath the relentless tide.
The waves took his castles
and with them, pieces of his youth.
The seasons changed
leaves turned to gold and fell
blanketing the ground
with remnants of yesterday.
In the quiet moments
he searched for the boy
he used to be
finding only shadows
and echoes of forgotten laughter.
Grief settled like morning mist
dense and inescapable
clouding the paths he once walked
with carefree abandon.
The weight of loss
pressed against his chest
each breath a reminder
of what was no more.
He sees the world through different eyes
scars etched into his soul
a testament to battles fought
and innocence lost.
The boyhood dreams lie buried
beneath the soil of reality
where they whisper of what could have been.
In the stillness of twilight
he mourns the boy he left behind
the one who believed
in endless summers and unbroken promises.
The man stands alone
bearing the burden of knowledge
yet cherishing the fragments
of a past that shaped him.
This is the death of boyhood
a solemn rite of passage
where innocence fades
and grief fills the void.
But within the sorrow,
there lies a quiet strength
a resilience born of loss
and a heart that still remembers
. . . how to dream.
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Good write Olive, erm, Arqois. lol.
Thanks O, 😁👍🏻🕊
A whole childhood captured in its entirety .. I doubt anyone who travels here will not be able to relate & in so many ways .. I know I do .. Neville
Thanks Neville, that is so true. 🙏🏻👍🏻🕊
Cryptic This is a beautiful write that details that right of passage to manhood detailing the shadow side. It reads with a bit of sadness and retains a taste of hope.
Thanks Soren; that is the challenge, to be realistic even in the sad and dark parts without being maudlin. Much appreciated 🙏🏻👍🏻🕊
Remembering our journey into adulthood and all it`s good, bad, sad and happy times along the way, yet still arriving with hope for the future to come. Loved it
Quite so dear poet, thank you kindly 🙏🏻👍🏻🕊
You are very welcome
I remember these feelings so well. This poem capture the sad and wonderful moments of childhood and how they fade into adulthood.There is a great sadness in this process. But the heart still remembers how to dream.Wonderful line and amazing poem
Thanks DWa, a most encouraging review. You are much appreciated, as always 🙏🏻👍🏻🕊
Ah the loss of innocence...and in particular I like how that loss comes through with the crumbling or loss of the sandcastle. A brilliant extended metaphor, my friend. Well done! 👏🌹
And further extending…. it’s stopping point still being determined. Thanks so much Tristan 🙏🏻👍🏻🕊
Excellent write
Thanks Tony 🙏🏻👍🏻🕊
You're welcome
Such wonderful words arqios, we all have those memories of times gone by, may the good times always outweigh the bad times.
Andy
Wow , Nice Poem about the Journey through life to the Present age . Something I can relate to. With ‘Dreams’ and ‘Ambitions ‘ Won or lost. Saddest words in the English language are ‘What might have been’. Good one.
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