Inspired by a simple swim. Not many people but one family had two boys which definitely provided inspiration.
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Boy In Green

Working along in play, as if a spider clinging to a wall
he stopped when reaching
the pipe filled hot.

Laughing, he reasoned a path best reached by crawling out, walked around
talking
looking down and then…

Standing there in a green swimsuit three sizes too big
yet more than filling his overflowing, imaginative, mind,
so with questions, I began.

“So, you can hold your breath underwater? How long?”
SPLASH!
He showed the world he can
Head underwater without any bubbles
and then…
gasping and laughing…
He said, “You want me to do that again?”

Of course, he showed the world there was more as he now dove feet first to reach the bottom
over-his-head
Failure
and then failure
and then
success.

Had a toy boat that floated and sank
asked me, “Wanna play with it?”
Laughing, I said no, I’d rather watch him show the world
that he can.

Talked about him and his older brother and learned
They lived in Lucille, plumbing family, and fun
His room was smaller while his bigger brother had more
though
no comic books, or video games
instead
antiques such as a cross-cut saw, and pictures, and books…

Yes, so very inspirational, with a slice, a sliver of hope for the future
of mankind
a small boy wearing green shorts with a large heart filled with gold.

Color abounds when gray a world

Mixing and blurring, covered by sands of time

Steely white smothered bright, lifting blackness sound

Merry and verily resound

this twirl of vibrations

connecting on a level above color, above vibration, above sound…’

Using time as a blanket secure

as the tracks fills with sand.

A child holds their hands extended

Gliding over grass so high

Followed by a shadowed grin.

High above, the Sun

Glowing

Showing the shadow it has Life.

sometimes is something

thing is

sometimes it becomes

a whole world of making

made in manners

beheld

a beauty indeed

where sometimes is something

thing is

sometimes it becomes

 for a good reason

the same world as

mine.

yes indeed. all that is missing, is the music…

there, not so far away

pursed lips turned towards a window

sky mirrored

with looks and dreams

can you feel it?

A whisper pushed through steam

Steady vibrations of inside

Outside birds play

while nobody knows what’s in the heart.

Thirteen degree’s, the thermometer reads

Cool by any measure, though the Sun spoke hot

with cold air over hot water

turning into a foggy steam.

In the background, children spoke gibberish to their mothers while the mothers spoke gibberish in reply

While that fog, that damn fog, silent for most spoke way too loud

for me…

On and on and on…Yackity yack and blah, blah, blah,

had no choice though, had to listen, have to listen

to everything.

Adults speaking about skiing and work

Children laughing thinking of play

And still, that damn fog screamed.

High above, a Raven laughed while the near distance rambled the Geese

and finally, the  volume of the fog decreased

replaced with the sounds of two crickets gossiping as the sun set, there under the fence

warm, secure, surrounded by snow, and safe.

Soon, a frog croaked vying for attention until those little birds hopping around looking for something soft to eat… Sang! Sang so loud it was as if they were trying to compete.

In darkness, the minds of men, woman, child were pushed away, replaced with the caress of fog, now silent, and filling me with peace.

Softly with gentle murmurs the muse once again filled the void, a void vast

and deep

the story written instantly and greatly inspiring

me…

A new book to write, another story, one in a world where only a writer can dare

to be free.

Layers laid random with chance of precision

funny how it settles

first the bottom becomes the top

until

turning to look from the side to change the top to the bottom

again.

Look at you as you look into a mirror

such thin glass to reveal

a wall, solid and secure

holding the mirror in place while your feet try to find footing.

Youth to age

Life to death

Hunger to full

Night to day

Minds are the tools, the tweezers

which put all time

in its place.

Chocolate

a soothing word yet unlike cricket; word of sound and action

tasty though, and fine causing a whirl, a twirl; divine

Pocket

Inside rests spare change, some Carmex, tape, lint, and dirt

functional and needed

Rocket

BOOM! (or zoom)

phallic symbol of mankind’s race to war and star

Socket

Ratchet industrious to tighten/loosen that in need

shiny type of tool

Crocket

… indeed, and nary a Davy in sight

though, a useful word.

Music round and round, about the up/down. Music sounds AC/DC

Power plug of involuntary shoulder dips; shrugging rhythm; abounding tunes

Vibrations and titillate

even.

Married to a world with ear to the stone

dancing

dancing

dancing

Russia beats the drum. USA, the cymbals. Turkey the flute. India the sitar. Mexico canasta…

Hear the boom?

See the nations upseat as the blood goes down

WhooHoo!

Peek-a-boo

Music seeps throughout the land!