Sunday, January 5, 2014

Hopscotch



There is much to be said for the making of lines.
I number the spaces, a canopy on top;
chalk is brave.

The stone I saved for too many years
slides from my pocket; warm
on my thigh.

Before I toss it I expect socks to fall,
another skinned knee, someone to call me in
for supper.

I take chances; hopscotch one foot, then the other,
knowing there's no turning back, until I land on both feet,
unscathed. 


tk/January 2014


R.A.D. Stainforth makes my simple words beautiful... 


30 comments:

  1. Like the playfulness of the poem..and 'taking chances'.

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  2. Hopscotch, like Jacks & marbles, constitute hours of our childhood; play before the advent of electronic constant complex stimulation; a lovely jump onto the pollywog of preadolescence.

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  3. memories of my childhood when my knees were constantly battered and bruised!!

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  4. I really like this one there's something to be said for memories and poetry. I like the parallel you drew with chalk landing on both feet at the end. Bravo!

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  5. "R A D Stainforth makes my simple words beautiful." Not taking a thing away from R A D, your words were beautiful - as written!

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  6. Loved the poem.. sure those stones would make it tempting to hopscotch... or maybe that OCD...?

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  7. Your take on the photo is so beautiful! I like it that you carry such a lovely childhood memory into adulthood.

    It somehow makes me of this quote: We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing. (George Bernard Shaw)

    Thanks for this poem.

    Take care and keep smiling.

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    1. Thanks for the great quote... posted it to my Facebook timeline ...

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  8. I love the childhood experience seen through an adult's perspective. I do mean that as a compliment. An adult sees, remembers what we, the child took for granted.

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  9. I remember playing this game..making boxes with brightly colored chalk on the sidewalk..always like to read your poetry and of course enjoy the readings as they bring them to life.

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  10. I can see how the cobbles could remind you of the hopscotch game. Clever!

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  11. an amazing take on the prompt...

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  12. Taking chances is a good thing. Only then one is sure of having tried and achieved somthing! Nicely Tess!

    Hank

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  13. Your words always create worlds, as you have done here, linking the past to present and hoped for future. Very nice.

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    1. Thanks Karen...nice to see you again!

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  14. Four square is what would take me back, I think. :)

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  15. Love the hopscotch idea ... a clever piece of writing of childhood days.

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  16. Once a hopscotcher, always a hopscotcher. We carry it forever.

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  17. It's your perseverance that always wins..just perfect in my eyes!

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  18. Tess, your poem is beautiful ... brings to mind all of the scuffed knees I suffered playing hop scotch ~ and double dutch! As always, Mr. Stainforth is amazing.

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  19. wonderful where this image took you! and your poem took me back to those very same days.

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  20. What a delightful first line, Tess! Leads us merrily into the piece!

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  21. that last stanza gave me chills...always a treat to read a poem or yours, miss tess!

    stacy lynn mar
    http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/

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  22. Couldn't be a better poem as special interpretation of this image and its mysterious harkening. Loved and related to it, Tess.

    I also reallyreally like R.A.D.'s beard!

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    1. It suits him...I hope he keeps it...

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  23. Good thing you saved that stone . . . Fun!

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― O. Henry (and me)