Bucket and Spade (Childhood)

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I recall the rain

Crying into my dreams

No charabanc for me

No trip to the sea

 

Squalling

 

The gusting wind scattered my broken heart

All ways like grains of sand

My bucket and spade

Laid

Hand in hand upon my bedroom floor

childhood

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Jeff Dawson

Thu 17th Feb 2011 08:06

Great little poem, so few words say so much, great stuff. As I remember whenever i did get to the sea it was throwing it down anyway! all the best Jeff

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Chris Dawson

Tue 1st Feb 2011 00:45

Lovely piece Gus.
Cx

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Gus Jonsson

Mon 31st Jan 2011 10:10

Once again, thank you all so much Going to the sunny south of the Island for me as a child was a treat one that included lots of crossed fingers and prayers to ensure good weather...

ahh well... somepeople believe in seaweed.....

But on rainy days there was always a silver lining... i played with the girl next door..... I liked that.

Gus xx

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Andy N

Mon 31st Jan 2011 08:21

beauitfully wrote, Gus.... Loved it - if I was to write a poem for this comp (which is unlikely now owning to lack of time), would aim for something as beauitful as this.. Loved it!

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Philipos

Sat 29th Jan 2011 20:09

I think its the economy of words that I like best about this emotive poem - well done

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Elaine Booth

Fri 28th Jan 2011 19:57

These lines are so effective:
"I recall the rain
Crying into my dreams". A very spare (in a good way) and poignant poem.

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Francine

Fri 28th Jan 2011 16:42

You've captured the feelings well in this beautiful little poem, Gus.

It is always interesting to me how certain disappointments and experiences we endured as children can make such a huge impact on our sensitive little souls...

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Isobel

Fri 28th Jan 2011 15:02

So childhood wasn't a picture post card for you either then...

Perhaps that's what links us as poets - the ability to see right through to sadness, even at a young age.
Can't be arsed commenting on your imagery - it works. You don't need to thank me for commenting either - I will assume your gratitude instead :) La dee da dee da x

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