Daydream Kids

I miss the time I could daydream by the wooden window facing the treetops. Summer breeze took my thoughts far away to the forest where my eyes would be filled with shades of green and brown earth. Those days were so worth it even at times I suffered the humiliation of a chalk being thrown at my face, trying to bring me back to whatever boring class it was, usually history and politics.

At graduation, you gifted me a pencil sketch of the back of my head with a high ponytail, my head faced north west to the window in the classroom, the gateway to my world of escape. You captured me capturing the wonders of the world far beyond the treetops through that wooden frame. And I wondered if I was your world of escape.

Reading – Finding Myself

I decided to do poetry reading of my favourite poems from Hidden in Childhood. Purchase click here.

Finding Myself by Tricia Sankey

Walkabout

Walkabout Wildlife Sanctuary, Calga, NSW, Australia

Walkabout in your sanctuary
My way follows your lead
Emus, kangaroos and wallabys
You all share the land with me

A Kookaburra And Me

Your garden
I trespass
You size me up
I hold still
No eye contact
Let it be peace
between us
I only
stopping by

A View of The World

I saw the world
from Wendy’s Secret Garden
framed by an ancient fig tree
like a distant memory
of a holiday destination
we once visted

* Wendy’s Secret Garden info: https://www.wendyssecretgarden.org.au/wendys-story/

Alarm Clock

Living Poetry modified prompt words to suit the southern hemisphere – Autumn, Kookaburra, So

The laughing kookaburras
sitting on the blue gum
in the dark
at my backyard
calling forth the day early
so early
so eager
so loud

It’s only March
Autumn is barely here
The weather is still hot
I feel bothered
by their singing
over the green valley farm
They may wake up the farmer
who has long range
home made slingshots

There may be a chance
They will be silenced
Then there may be a chance
I’ll be late for work
If I no longer have them
to wake me at the wee hours

Childhood Summer

Summer was sizzling like hot plates

We rolled in the watermelon field
clothes dirty
playing hide and seek

The cicadas sang deafening tunes
high up in the willow trees
like a nagging mother
adding to the exhausting red
we wore on our cheeks

Our burned skin
craved for cool relief
from the gathering clouds

The thunder rolled in
like a disciplinary father
a bit scary but necessary

When the storm broke loose
we went dead quiet
and lay still next to the ripened melons
soaking up the wonder of summer

My poem “Childhood Summer” was included in the Hidden In Childhood Anthology.

Tension

Denise’s Six Sentence Story prompt – Tension

The tension between the boss and the new hire is so obvious to everyone in the office.

We heard hard cover folders being thrown to the door, the boss’s fist banging on the desk, shoes shuffling on the wooden floor. When she came out of his office, her face is flushed with red, mascara smeared by tears possibly. We feel really sorry for her because we all know about our boss’s bad temper.

I walked up to her desk and whispered to her, “Sweety, it’ll get better after probation, just hang in there, alright?” She whispered back with a giggle, “I thought it can’t get any better, it was mind blowing!”

The Paradox

When I was a child
I dreamed about growing up fast
Now I do the grown up things
and miss being a child

When I was a little girl
I dreamed about Mr right
Now I am a wife
and miss searching for love

When I was young
I dreamed about starting a family
Now I am a mother
and miss being young and free

When I was unsure of myself
I dreamed about being confident and secure
Now I am matured
and miss the uncertainty of life

Reading – Witness

I decided to do poetry reading of my favourite poems from Hidden in Childhood. Purchase click here.

Witness by Peter Kaczmarczyk