Let me build a window
above the kitchen sink
with a view
of the summer of '72.
Mountains in the distance,
hound dogs in the yard,
Papa welding in his shop -
before life got so hard
and before I knew
there was no getting back to easy.
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27 comments:
Ah!! Amen, amen, MZ!!
No getting back to easy...That says it all. I like that you chose to make this a retrospective view out of a kitchen window - it makes the whole scene that much more homely and nostalgic.
dang..was just talking to someone about this yesterday...how much easier life was not too many years ago...of course 72 was the year before i was born so...smiles.
argh, argh, i love this. love it!
coincidentally, 1972 was the year my sister was born, i was seven, and life did get quite a bit harder with no turning back. :)
No getting back to easy... ideal phrase, ideal ending. Hope your little one is feeling better.
I could totally visualize your kitchen window that you can see into the past with... I wonder if, once I have a kid, I'll ever have it easy again.. for now, I'm cruising :)
Very nicely done. Excellent details made the window view image very concrete to me. And such truth at the end!
Amazing the houses we can build in our minds, sometimes brick by brick the same and sometimes just the feeling.
I feel this one in so many ways, great !
I enjoyed this. I think it would be neat to have a window in a home where we would be able to look out and see 'simpler times.' Very clever, MZ.
Love this one! Me, too-I want my childhood home back, by the sea! :D
This poem touches on more than three dimensions.
I remember what life was like in '72. I think the '70s were the best decade EVER! Oh, I want to go back.
I love this nostalgic look back! Very creative.
1972 ... life was good, seemed as though it would never end, couldn't end ... time has a way of altering perspective. I enjoyed this~
Awesome...the line with the window and view of 72 seems to be the hit of the house...I'm older, so I'd have to have 62, but I'd take your view any time.
Peace,
Siggi
So bittersweet...many times I wish life had a rewind button.
I don't know, I think we're all heading towards easy if we let ourselves relax and accept what that night feel like
Wow, what a wonder of a poem looking through that window. So well done. I'm trying to stop thinking of what year and what scene I will see there long enough to write this. :)
Absolutely-goosebumps...Mama Zen...this is special...every word. ♥
Yearning for the contentment of childhood. How little we understand at the time how special it is. I think we looked out the window wishing for the future. We humans are a funny lot
Love that tight meter and rhyme, and then the last line really stands out. Great write.
A wonderful pace to this, quick even as it is nostalgic. Well done. K.
i think we all have to require things to go back to 'easy'. or sensible.
the way things are going is not sensible. imho
well described moment in time
Love what you did with this....took us back and brought us to the reality...that we all face....beautiful Mama Zen! :-)
I would choose 1967, but the idea is the same. Childhood seemed so hard! I did not know what adulthood was! I like poems that get stronger as they seem to dwindle in this 4-3-2-1 format!
Loved this.
Thought: "Papa welding in his shop"-- the meter there disrupted the otherwise perfect rhythm for me.
See, ain't nothin' easy no more? :-)
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