REMEMBRANCE OF THINGS IMPERFECT

It is the middle of a sunny summer day

I am running down the stairs

quickly and excitedly, with my neighbours following me.

 

We all want to see the Sun

It just fell down in the front yard

I saw it coming down like an overripe cantaloupe,

staining the sky with sticky, succulent golden juices.  

 

There it is,

lying on the ground,

a giant orange, trampling the grass it landed on,

squirting its warm essence all over our bodies.
 

 

The neighbourhood dogs are running around,

barking at this strange visitor.

 

I approach it warily. I touch it.

It is warm and beautiful,

glistening in the mid-noon light.

 

I remember well the feelings of amazement, incredulity,

inexplicable joy overwhelming me

and the comical expressions of confusion

on the faces

of my neighbours.

 

 

Reviews

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Though I tend to distrust memories from time to time … I like this, it reads well, actually it reads like a memory, as if the colors are different because memories partake in different color schemes than the perception of ‘now’.
My oldest memory is ‘trauma’ when I was less than a year old I was severely with a Salmonella infection of some kind, I have a visual memory of that, at least I use to, the image I think is gone now but I still have the memory as a memory which I know I have yet can no longer ‘remember’. I was sitting on the hospital bed, crying … crying …

Steven

[EliJoLee]

very good and love the word choice in it. it was a very cute read. well done!

[Wildfleour]

I adore this. Thank you!

[Just Manoosh]

The best thing to this piece is your descriptions, I see a reviewer somewhere below laughs a little at these, but I do not. For the descriptions have travelled through time and memory also ... still to this day children refer to the sun as an orange or similar, you have plucked these words from the moment of memory and not from the adult mind we see before us. As well you should when writing of the past, write as you would when you thought childhood would last. Excellently done. Mx

[Kasey]

It's exactly what the title implies... Remembrance of Things Imperfect.

Your words are calculated to perfection. The description is phenomenal.

And it airs with a hint of mystery, which is something I find to be invaluable to great poem.

[Gary Alexander Azerier]

Gee, Boris!
So...the sun is an over-ripe cantalope?
Or...an Orange?
Trampling grass?
Squirting juice?
Hmmm.
And you "remember well" this episode?
Boris...what were you smoking? (lol!)
My advice: Next time the Sun tumbles...do not touch it! It is Very, very hot!
GA

[Azaradelle]

A lovely piece which fills the reader with warmth, written in a lovely and innocent perspective.
My science teacher would have begged to differ.

Very unique in both style and content.
The flow was suberb, i have no critisism.
I look forward to reading more.

Well done.

Yrs.

Azaradelle.

[Sara]

this put a smile on my face and wrapped me in the glow of the imagery and it was just...happy, and funny especially in the last part where he laughs at the confusion of his neighbors.
great write!
-sara

[Bluet_Belle]

When i was little i lived on my grandpa's farm. My sister and i would run all over his 300 some odd acres and search for persimmon trees. We'd pick them off of the trees and it was always hit or miss. 99% of the time we got the bitter ones, but when we got a sweet one it was the most amazing thing. You would have thought we'd conquered Rome the way we carried on. THis makes me think of those times. Beautiful. Sticky.

[Fran Marie]

A captivating write which takes the reader there filled with vivid descriptives, quite nicely penned indeed!~Fran Marie

[Laura E. Aranda]

This is so nice. What imagery! Very good. Bravo, my new friend. This piece I will read again and again. cheers,lea