Saturday, February 19, 2011

Laughter and Loneliness

I’m posting this for One Stop Poetry's, “A Saturday celebration – Your Past”.

I wrote this in 1959, not long after I turned 17. Most of my earlier poems had been parodies or generally had some element of humor. This one was more serious in nature. I was about to start my senior year of high school. There had been some sobering events in my life. I was thinking back to my childhood when my cousins and I would visit overnight and share the same bed. Sleep was always difficult because we would get to telling jokes, get the giggles and eventually get the attention of my parents.  I was beginning to realize those innocent nights of childish laughter sometimes hid other realities of growing. That was what the poem was about.


Full-footed, thunderous childhood laughter
Comes crashing recklessly through bedroom walls
In voices gay, happy; even terror-
Fied, and full of nothing but youthful awe.
Young blossoms reaching bloom has laughter softened,
As in every flower garden, rain
Showers’ soft wet kisses at times, often
Indiscriminately leave behind some pain.
With age, reality grows its weeds.
That sprout, choking naive laughter
And drooping the blossom and the leaves
And planting loneliness in the root thereafter.

Full-storm, thunderous childhood laughter
Comes crashing through the bedroom wall,
Sometimes gay, sometimes terrified,
Gales and squalls of youthful awe.
As every flower so often
Finds, the exhilarating rain,
With its moist, unrelenting kisses,
Can cause indiscriminate pain.


Gigi Ann said...

I too, remember those days, your poem brought back some fun memories. The giggles, jokes and the attention of parents. And before I knew it I was the parent, saying settle down in there, I'm trying to get some sleep here. ; )

Christine said...

why is it that age chokes out our naive laughter? Loved your description.

Kodjo Deynoo. said...

childhood laughters this was nice to read

Pete Marshall said...

wow...not only an unearthed gem but also very poignant for me...last night my son had his friends over for a sleepover and at 4am they were still giggling..the poetry being shared from the past is making for some really great reading...your poem was fantastic...and despite the years between us both of us wrote at a time when we were roughly the same age..thanks for this...pete

shah wharton said...

Naivete is both a pleasure and a curse in anyone's life. But how we miss it when its gone. Great poem. Shah .X