I am back on Friday Fictioneers courtesy of Madison Woods, after 2 Fridays off. This week I went over the 100, (I am at 113) words but considering there were times I was way under 100, I am sure it is ok. As always please feel free to participate. Honest and kind criticisms are welcome. Thank you!
Photo by Susan Wenzel
Staring long and hard at this image
Trying to come up with words
To describe how she feels
Nostalgia wouldn’t do
Calm isn’t enough
Refreshing won’t suffice
Peaceful perhaps…
She can’t help but wonder about this image
Something about it tugs at her heart
More than she can imagine
So easy to dismiss this as another photo
A shot captured by a photographer
But it is more than that
This speaks to her
It reminds her of a time…
Laughing loud
Running on the beach
Picking up shells
Mommy scooping her up…
Sandy can’t help but smile
Knowing this image reminds her
Of her childhood
A peaceful refreshing and innocent time
Don’t want to sound like a broken record but everything you write is beautiful.
Oh Lily you know I am a fan of yours
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Thank you for this heart warming comment
Very swet nostalgic poem. It’s funny how an image can bring back immediate feeling and memories
That should say sweet. Annoying keyboards
Thank you so much Carrie and very nice of you to say
It’s funny, seashells remind me. Of my childhood as well. Think that’s universal?
Well done
Thanks Luke. I think it is, this was based off a fuzzy memory i had of going to the beach with my family and knowing what my mom would most likely have done.
That’s lovely. Seashells remind me of my childhood too. Probably is universal, as long as you lived near enough to the sea to visit.
http://worksbyclaire.wordpress.com/2012/08/09/short-story-peggy-was-a-gold-panner/
Yea, i think many of us have memories of going to the beach with our parents or loved ones when we were much younger. Thanks so much for stopping by to read and comment. Very much appreciated
Lovely poem, it is always nice and wise to revisit our youth.
I agree
. Many thanks
Beautiful Boomie ..always love the way words flow and take us in another sphere
reminded me of the tongue twister i read in school seashells she sell ..
hugs n love
Oh yea i know that lol. Thanks always Soma
I love the beautiful simplicity of your words and that you don’t overdo it with excessive adjectives and gushing. Very nice.
Thank you so much, and very kind of you to say this. I often worry and fret that my words are too simple, obvious, and just shallow…but honestly i don’t know how to write any other way so hearing this from you makes me glad. Thank you Sylv
Very nice Boomie. As always. Great job.
Thank you so much Nifti
always
Lovely Boomie, I felt the rhythm. All coming together there at the end. I, as do others, have happy memories when I look at a seashell. Very nicely done!
Thanks ever so much Penny
Nice job capturing how an image can call and call us, then finally reveal its connection. I loved the mommy hug.
cheers,
Lorelei
http://www.westcoastwriters.blogspot.com/2012/08/fridayfictioneers-cherrystones.html
Thank you so much. Yea mommies are such wonderful huggers
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Certainly took me back to a distant time. Nicely done.
Thank you very much
Lovely — flash back through the seashells — the very best way boomie… loved it much!!
Thank you much Robyn. The picture brought to mind my mom and a fuzzy memory of going to the beach
Thanks Boomie. I’m going to try that contest too. Your poem is very nice, and I’m going to try some prose on that picture.
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Just read yours and oh wow. Beautiful…just well done! Go to Madison’s site and there should be a link on how you can add your story.
Boomie, our writing style is sometimes similar-the way we use the “he” or “she” rather than a name…sticking to the idea of making the Place and the thought of the “thinker” more important than he person themselves. I like that concept. I always enjoy reading your blog. I learn from it, your style is unique.beebeesworld
Oh coming from a writer i admire and respect…I am humbled. Thank you so much for saying such kind words
Nice and sweet. I finished mine i’ll post later.
Thank you!!!
Childhood memories…always put a smile on my face.
Nice write Boomie!
Yea it was all i could come up with looking at the picture
. Thanks Rosy
The shells remind me of the ears on the statues of the Buddha and the ripples are then a metaphor for the petitions of those who follow his philosophy rising up for his consideration. Off my podium now, lol. I loved the photo and the poem.
Thank you
. Lol at off my podium now
A fine nostalgic take on the prompt. I’m off this week too.
Thank you. I am sure you will be back in no time. How are you and everyone in Ghana?
we are fine under the circumstances. we are burying our late president today, 10th August. It’s a national holiday. At this moment that I am writing he is lying in state at the banquet hall with heads of states from various countriesi filing past. watching it all on TV, live.
“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” and your eye is a beautiful thing.
Smiles, thanks Resa
Beautifully written.
Thanks a bunch Audrina
You brought me into your thoughts. An honest and well written approach to the prompt. Thanks for commenting on mine.
Thank you so much
beautiful Boomie…
Thank you Raina
HI Boomie: Another memory of innocent childhood at the sea. In fact, I have a bowl filled with a variety of seashells saved from my visits to the shore. Nice work. Tks for visiting mine.
Oh i bet its a beautiful collection. Thank you so much
I love this…I always seem to turn back into a child when I go to the beach. I go often (I’m only a handful of miles away) and, even though I resist, always come home with a shell or rock in my pocket!
~Susan (www.susanwenzel.com)
Thank you so much Susan for this comment, and for the lovely photo. It sure made for a wonderful prompt and challenge this week.
Ahh, sweet childhood! Beautiful poem.
Thank you so much
What a brilliant way to do a take of a take, if you know what I mean, using the photo itself not only a prompt but also as the essential part of the poem to give it a strong hook. This is another of my favourites this week Boomie.
Here’s mine: http://womanontheedgeofreality.com/2012/08/10/friday-fictioneers-shell-seeker/
Thank you so much, I really appreciate that. I kept looking at the picture and it wanted to be a part of the post
. Just read yours and I am staying off pepsi lol. Very well done!
That’s wise – unless you open the can yourself of course
Well done Boomie! You must find this effortless
I wish Madhu : ) but generous comments like yours make it feel so.
Have a lovely Friday and weekend! Hugs
Aw, sweet and charming – takes me right back to family holidays, and the sandcastles with the sea running in to claim them.
We’re here: http://www.lazuli-portals.com/flash-fiction/pursuit-of-the-pearl
Thank you so much for stopping by, and glad you enjoyed this. Read yours already and thoroughly enjoyed it and left a comment.
Have a lovely Friday and weekend!
Dear Boomiebol,
The power of the ocean moves through your poem. Well done.
Aloha,
Doug
Thakn you very much! Very nice of you to say
Very nice. Makes me envious of people with childhood memories of the beach.
Awww…thanks Kelli
. Appreciate your visit
I love it – simple and honest and well-put. It can be tough to try to articulate that strange feeling of nostalgia, and you captured the process well!
Brian (http://pinionpost.com/2012/08/10/the-reunion/)
Thank you so much Brian. Very nice of you to say
I like the innocence captured by this poem. As I read, I thought it was going to end with the remembrance of a love from the past, but I like that it ended with the innocence of childhood. Good job.
Thanks
. I thought about the many times we went to bar beach and the little bits I could remember
It’s a curious and intriguing image. You capture that well. I remember my fascination with rock-pools as a small boy – but my attitude hasn’t changed much since!
I agree intriguing…something about it speaks to me. I know from your poems you have a fascination with things like this
. How was your vacation?
Great, thanks, although no rock-pools, Hungary being a landlocked country. Fascinating wildlife and a taste of an unfamiliar culture.