Sunday, January 3, 2016

Splish, Splash

Charing Cross Road, 1937 ~ Wolfgang Suschitzky



adorable at nine
I splashed my way through life
a total lack of inhibition

enchanting at ten
I stomped my way through puddles
laughing at whatever .. whomever

unstoppable at eleven
 cloudbursts .. mere child's play
bring  'em on I shrieked 

fuming at twelve
galoshes an indignity
oh .. the injustice of it all

befuddled at thirteen
shoulders hunched against the rain
aching to be nine again


24 comments:

  1. You have given words to my feelings.

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  2. Love this! Keep going through all the years ahead...

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  3. oh yes! The horror of teen years! Now hand over your rain boots let's go barefoot!

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  4. I really enjoyed growing along with you, but you stopped short didn't you? Lol! Hard to tell the different whether it be rain or tears on these types of days. Love that hair and enjoy your week Helen!

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  5. You nailed it...you sounded very headstrong and I was, too!

    Jane x

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  6. Wonderful circle of ages. Perfect imagery.

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  7. Excellent....threading your tale through the rainy landscapes.

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  8. Dearest Helen,
    Lovely poem and yes, life often makes us go in circles, back to splashing those puddles again and avoiding other things... But we must master whatever comes our way!
    Sending you hugs and best wishes for a healthy and happy 2016!
    Feel blessed for being out of bed today and making my rounds. The coughing will eventually stop too...
    Mariette

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  9. oh, this is perfect. yes...nine. wow. my daughter is nine, i am envious the innocence! lovey words!

    stacy
    http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/

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  10. Oh I would love to withstand the rain with glee... nine is a perfect age I think..

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  11. This is a lovely examination of kid angst. Well done. :-)

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  12. Development is most rapid in the teen years, so they say. Perhaps too rapid that teens are easily confused. Incisive write Helen!

    Hank

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  13. Traveling through all those puddles in youth. I still like to walk in the rain it can be refreshing. Of course not when I am trying to get to work!

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  14. Love this journey of your years in raindrops Helen. Hope all is well with you these days. Happy New Year!

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  15. Don't we all long for a different era and age. Nicely done!

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  16. Yes ... nine was such a perfect age ... I like how you walk us through this growing up period - delightful and insightful too. Bastet

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  17. Such wonderful emotional images! Love the way you go from open-hearted to less so & highlight both the joy and it's (hopefully temporary) loss.

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  18. The "I was" was a mess. I'd liked to have known her, she could have splashed with me. Our granddaughter has the privilege now of walking of having one or both of us walking to school with her. She splashed yesterday, she 'is' six.
    A very fun reading poem, Helen. Thank you.
    ..

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  19. Love this poem...it really has caught the feeling of the prompt and also took me back to the joy of splashing in winters puddles!

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  20. Beautiful and nostalgic, darling!
    Love it, and the pic is perfect :)

    xoxox,
    CC

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