Sidewalk stretches out like a canvas
awaiting the brushstrokes of life
asphalt flowers blooming in every direction
their petals of gray and black shimmering in the sun
peppermint wind whispers secrets to the trees
carrying the scent of sweet memories
of childhood summers spent playing outside
with the carefree abandon of a child
laughter echoes through the streets
as little feet pound the pavement in delight
skipping from one adventure to the next
unfettered by the burdens of growing up
the sidewalk becomes a stage for play
where imagination knows no bounds
where the thrill of discovery is just a skip away
and the joy of being alive is felt in every heartbeat
in this fleeting moment all is right with the world
as the peppermint wind carries the sweet refrain
of childhood’s simple pleasures and joys
and the asphalt flowers bloom with vibrant beauty
This is absolutely stellar writing! So much to love here in this poem especially this part; “the sidewalk becomes a stage for play/where imagination knows no bounds/where the thrill of discovery is just a skip away.” Thank you so much for writing to the prompt 😍😍
LikeLike
Welcome, it was my pleasure ❤
LikeLike
I enjoyed your asphalt moments, Carol Anne, and the painting metaphor. I like the muted use of colour in the asphalt flowers’ ‘petals of gray and black shimmering in the sun’, and the sidewalk becoming ‘a stage for play where imagination knows no bounds’.
LikeLike
Thanks Kim! I am glad you enjoyed my poem!
LikeLiked by 1 person
That is a very beautiful poem, Carol Anne!
LikeLike
Thank you! ❤
LikeLike
Such a pleasant place to be!
LikeLike
Oh it is for sure 😀
LikeLiked by 1 person