Wednesday, September 26, 2018

Stories Never Die

stories live on

Stories, part of our shared, collective consciouness, live where neither rust nor mold can destroy them.

i travelled from afar to look once again at

a magical place from my childhood,

the birthplace,

of stories and dreams,

where imagination and creativity

took flight, never weighed down by commonsense.


my tiny kingdom had been destroyed by progress.

i stood on hot concrete,

staring incredulously at a large edifice of

glass like steel and steel like glass.

searching my memories,

i did not see this

man-made monstrosity.

rather, reflected in the mirror like steel,

i see a cluster of wild apple trees,

stunted and gnarled.

through the eyes of a child

these wild trees were a magical orchard,

created just for me.

i sat in the tall grass,

shaded by succulent fruit,

listening to a symphony of insects and birds,

watching stories unfold in the clouds.

it was a Garden of Eden.

for a creative child,

the perfect backdrop for imaginary tales with

apple banquets fit for a princess.

tales which progress

will never destroy.

stories outlast cities


part of our shared, collective consciouness,

living where neither rust nor mold can destroy them.

stories live on in us.

About the Writer

My husband and I raised 9 children on a hobby farm and discovered fulfilment and joy.The very existence of a joyful mother of nine children seems to confound people. My writing is humourous and heart warming/ thoughtful and thought provoking with a strong current of spirituality running through it.
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By Coach Phatty on September 16, 2013 at 09:07 pm

Nice poem my friend!!

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By melanie jean juneau on September 16, 2013 at 10:18 pm

I hesitate to call this poetry but thank-you

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