childhood charms beckon
treasures that still hold dreams
dare I discard them?
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remember the stars?
inspiration to ride on
colors of our choice
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all were so precious
I chose the golden necklace
that speaks of our love
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you keep all the stars
I cherish the bonding gold
pervasive pleasure
***
the beads transport me
to the golden eon we shared
of sheer delight
***
© Balroop Singh
Thanks to Colleen M. Chesebro for this challenge, which explores Ekphrastic writing inspired by visual art (photographs). Annette Rochelle Aben has provided the photo for this month’s challenge.
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Aww. I love how you tired this whimsy back to childhood, Balroop, when starfish were magical and shiny beads make of pure gold. How poignant. ❤
Oh yes Diana, childhood memories are the most precious and even a paper boat means the world at that time! That magic never fades. 😊 Thank you for comprehending the emotions.
Lovely photo and the poem lines 👌🙏🌷😊
Thank you!
Most welcome 🌷🙏
This was beautiful, Balroop. Thank you for sharing.
Thanks Jill 😊
What a fantastic take on the prompt, Balroop! I love the connection to childhood whimsy and memories!
Thank you Mae, it’s the lovely image that guided my thoughts. Some moments stand before us to warm our heart.
Marvelous poem, Balroop and such were our innocent childhood days when we collected such lovely charms and enjoyed thoroughly.
So true Kamal… lovely memories to cherish. 😊
Yes Balroop so true 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
What a perfect poem. Those childhood memories–they are almost impossible to toss. You’ve captured that beautifully.
Thanks Jacqui, I agree with you.
Beautiful poem, Balroop. It is amazing how childhood memories tie in with our present now.
We carry the child within us and lucky we are to have good ones.
Miriam
So true Miriam, the child in us is always alive and jumps at a little connection. Thanks for popping in to share your thoughts.
What fun and precious childhood memories you have, Balroop. I bet you have tons of them. Beautiful poems.
Thank you Miriam, the image is so evocative. It took me back in time. 😊
Those childhood dreams are to be cherished and never discarded. Takes me back a few years. 🙂 Thanks for the beautiful words, Balroop!
I am delighted to hear that Lauren. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
Lovely, Balroop…
Thank you Bette.
Blessings and love, dear Balroop…<3
These are all lovely, Balroop, each with its own perfect message.
Thank you Robbie, I am so happy to hear that.
Beautiful tribute to those childhood memories. 🙂
Thank you Mark. Childhood memories always remain precious.
Some of the best. 🙂
So true!
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I’m so impressed by the haikus you created from this photo. I think I would have been stumped, but your poetry inspires me. And good question – do we “save” those old childhood charms??
Thank you for your lovely words and for pondering over my question Pam… such charms remain in our heart even when we get separated from them. 🥰
Beautiful poems, Balroop. They took me back to my childhood where everything seemed magical. ❤
Thank you Vashti, I am glad to hear that. 🤗
What a great poem, Balroop. “treasures that still hold dreams” is such a wonderful idea.
Thanks Denise. 😊
Beautiful✨😍 poem
Thanks 😊
I marvel at how you can create the weave of words from a picture prompt. Great.
Thanks arv. 😊
This was a very thoughtful response to the challenge, Balroop. Very astutely written. I like the hint of playfulness and wonder that came through your poem, especially the part when you wrote about treasure that holds dreams and the stars beckoned. Childhood is carefree in so many ways. I also agree with what you said to Diana on childhood being so precious and something small like a paper boat can mean the world. I remember making tiny origami stars out of paper when I was a child and put them into bottles. That was such a fun activity, making my own stars and thinking what I made was magic – and such a fond memory. Take care my friend 😊
I am delighted to note that these haiku took you back to your childhood Mabel. Sweet memories! Love and hugs dear friend.
Your poetry is as bright as the photo!
Love the beauty of childhood imagination and freedom, the way you penned it here.
Have a beautiful day Balroop.
Thank you Marie, childhood memories are a treasure to keep. 😊