Friday, April 15, 2016

M is for Mind's Eye

I’ve never really been good at poetry; it’s just something that has never come naturally to me.  This poem is the result of an abandoned post that became a beast of a monster that I simply could not tame.  Here’s goes nothin’…

Mind’s Eye

In my mind’s eye
I still see you
smiling brightly as I hopped off the school bus
while digging dandelions 
from your pristine yard 
with a knife
in the spring sunshine.

In my mind’s eye,
I can still your 
jet black hair with just a few silvery strands
around your temples
as you patiently 
taught me 
how to drive a stick shift.

In my mind’s eye
I still see
one hundred yards of deep green grass
and the giant lights
that illuminated 
the boys of fall
on chilly Friday nights.

In my mind’s eye
I still see you
sitting on the rickety, right field bleachers
hand shielding your eyes
from the sun
as my ball soared 
over the fence.

In my mind’s eye
I still see
the apple tree that was perfect for climbing 
and your father’s old, 
rusty ’57 Dodge
that you just couldn’t bear
to part with.

In my mind’s eye
I still see your
red hair and goatee glistening in the sun
as you looked at me
and promised forever
on that hot summer day 
in Mexico.

In my mind’s eye
I still see
the bronzed tomboy whose hair reddened in the sun
who climbed trees
swung on grapevines
and never thought change
would find her.

This is the thirteenth of twenty-six alphabetized blog entries that I am publishing this month as a part of the 2016 Blogging A to Z Challenge.  Many bloggers who participate in this challenge, select a theme.  My theme is - "Whatever I Think Of."  

For more information on the Blogging from A to Z April Challenge, click here.

*I'm also linking up with Mackenzie for #FridayReflections.  One of this week's prompts was to look back at previous 2016 prompts that I haven't written on.  On April 8, one of the prompts was "Try your hand at writing a poem."  I typically publish these under Friday Reflections (Not on Friday), but this week the timing worked out perfectly.


  1. Good job.

    (I guess I won't be posting poetry tomorrow, now that you've raised the bar.)

    1. LOL! Thank you. I appreciate the compliment. I don't think you have anything to worry about though. Have a good one!

  2. Thanks for sharing your poem. I especially love the last line--never thought change would find her.
    @deb_atwood from
    Pen In Her Hand

  3. Memories are powerful things. Some of them comfort us. Some of them wound. I sense there are both sorts at play in this poem. Good job.

  4. Nice poem...some of our memories never get tainted even after change :)
    I like you A to Z theme by the way! :D

  5. Lovely memories...We all believe we'll never change.


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