Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Memories of Shadows

I remember when
I found my shadow. . .
That sky
bled puffy white clouds
from blue hands
as deep as the sea,
the sun hovering over
fresh cut grass and me
and there,  a first
memory was born
and here
I see them and I wonder
if they will remember this moment
when they have grown. . . 




19 comments:

Jinksy said...

Picture and poem in harmony! :)

Nancy said...

Shadow and memory, past and present. Lovely.

Wanda..... said...

Your sweet photo and words will certainly help them remember, Alexis.

Leslie said...

What a sweet, sweet photo. And poem to match. You've so beautifully captured the wonder of childhood with your words. Thanks for making me smile on a not-so-smiley morning, Alexis...

Claudia said...

guess they will - i still remember the shadows of childhood..

JeMA said...

The memories of when we enjoyed the simple things of nature. I love playing with my kids and shadows. Thanks for bringing me back to when I was a kid!

Jodi said...

Ahhh you kill me! this is SO good! glad you're back, missed you.

Shrinky said...

Captivating as well as thought provoking - I am sure you are helping your children lay down some wonderful childhood memories!

Rachna Chhabria said...

Alexis..what a lovely poem. The picture and poem match perfectly. Your words never fail to touch me.

http://rachnachhabria.blogspot.com/2010/09/unleashing-our-creativity.html

Susannah said...

Such beautiful words. :-)

Barb said...

First memories are the best, especially when they are fond ones! The image of "bled puffy white clouds from blue hands" is now in my mind.

Carrie Burtt said...

They will remember Alexis...i have experienced that remembrance already...and it is a wonderful experience! I just love this poem....it is amazing! :-)

Ostriches Look Funny said...

what sweet baby girls.
I think, you know, we should all get together and watch Peter Pan and then chase our shadows.

Annie said...

Hi Alexis, I love the poem and your photograph captures the feeling of the poem perfectly.

emily wierenga said...

bled puffy white clouds from blue hands...

oh, i've missed your poetry. i'm so glad you're back. xo

deb said...

that photo.. how it looks like it could be you , but is them
and your words,
magnificent.

Samantha Bennett said...

Ah, I love the nostalgic, wispy tone of this one. Lovely!

Vicki said...

bled puffy white clouds...
that is pure brilliance.

Bu Thyab said...

and here
I see them and I wonder
if they will remember this moment
when they have grown. . .


I guess they will with the picture and the poem. Nicely written ^_^