Loose Change

 

innocence and a smile

 

" come back again  " 

 

thirty eight cents

 

rattled in my palms

 

 

holding memories

 

 

the quarter was  shiny and new  

 

1966  

 

the nickel , a treasure

 

a Buffalo

 

I would trade with my Dad

 

and three pennies 

 

stamped memories in tarnished copper

 

of when I as five , eight

 

and the beginning of

 

and the end of

 

that day 

 

over cast and grey  

 

we cut across a field and jumped the fence

 

into your backyard

 

sanctuary

 

where everything changed  ...

 

a blur of questions

 

and flashing lights   

 

shields

 

of men in blue

 

but I saw her body

 

I saw the blood

 

and I heard you cry ...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Reviews

[Devons]

A cinematic, scenic kind of writing; a simple, harmless object triggering a hazy dive through memory, and a flashback into a childhood interrupted. It's fascinating how such things work on the mind; how such trivial things take on such meaning and weight.

The details of what is left undocumented here is I think what gives it resonance; creating the effect of a kind of kaleidoscopic time tunnel through which memory and soul are diverted in a moment. Atmospheric.

[Kenneth The Poet]

This turned from innocent to noir without effort. This is practically perfect.

[sienikeha]

wow. started with a gallop,.. then reared and charged. crisp write.

[Ruth]

I have to admit, I was smiling too lol Then it reaches the ending...holy smokes hon! Really got me! So many memories are stirred through such simple things....I have them also...
This is amazing love! Intelligent write and extremely moving!
xoxo

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Oh god..and I was smiling in the beginning...

[Wendy Seames Garner]

This seemed like just an innocent childhood memory at the beginning. Then, the domino effect started up, bringing back a painful memory. I know this feeling all to well. You just never know what seemingly unimportant thing will start it up. Great writing, Robin!

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Small remnants of our past can evoke cherished memories...It's amazing how memories are so vividly conjured by something such as a coin.
You have weaved a magnificent story of innocence and mystery in this intriguing poem. This is Superb writing!

[Amber Betty Marie Child..]

This is turly mysterious and leaves nothing but feeling which brings to the root and is the remedy for memory. The root is only steps down away we take in our head.

[Mama Topaz]

Totally sucked me in from the first line... wow!

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

The price of memories Robin, the coin of words, parables in the myth-making of perception and attachment.