Apprentice

a poem about my childhood

Following the same dusty road

Today my childhood runs outdoors,

When footsteps reached the other shores

My dreams and thoughts on blue sky strode.

 

Falling asleep in clover fields

I ripe gold apples under rain,

My puzzled eyes upon clouds lane

Found newborn stars protecting shields.

 

Sweet forest hum enters my ears,

Springs turn again their spinning wheel,

Old pitchers with their stories fill.

I drench my fingers in dew tears.

 

Once I had learned here my first word

Under the walnut in a swing

And between songs memories bring

Same river’s voice can still be heard.

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Lilly Negoi]

very nicely structured and beautiful use of vocabulary :). felicitari!

[The Watcher]

I find this to be really emotional and deep. This poem brings back memories of my own childhood around nature. It's well written too. Kudos to you!

100/100