Sunday, March 6, 2016

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GREEN HUES
The mountains hid behind the mist
While worms wiggled, wet the earth,
Moist the delight of leaves and stems

Pitter patter, the memories flowed
Through streams of childhood stares,
Bare of shirts, the backs of boys frolic

Jumping, running, screaming their fun;
Which girls, never could have back then;
How horrid boys can be, in their world

So carefree, loud, and most times muddy
But the mountains hid, not because of
Their games; the mountains hid to spruce

The green of vegetative hues, to dazzle
When the sunlight returned, thereabout
GREEN HUES © gillena cox 2016

Written For
Prompt Nights – When besotted with Green [8]

14 comments:

  1. Such a wonderfully mystic quality to this poem :D I found myself getting completely absorbed in its details. Beautifully penned. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights Gillena :D

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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    1. Happy you dropped in to read mine Sanaa

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    2. The trees hid to dazzle.... beautiful Gillena (and I love the first line.

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    3. Thanks for dropping in to read mine Debi
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  2. love the dazzling green that's coming...magical...

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  3. Thanks for dropping by to read mine

    much love...

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  4. I much preferred playing with boys when i was at school - sadly all those societal rules force you to ditch the straightforward running around to the girlish mind games and tears!

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  5. Which girls, never could have back then;
    How horrid boys can be, in their world

    A boy's world is envied when young for the freedom and uninhibited privilege. A girl's world is better with all the sophistication and elegance of beauty on reaching the teen years and beyond.Like the contrast Gillena!

    Hank

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  6. Like the worms are hidden in the soil, turning the old leaves to new soil, refreshing, so the mountains drink in the mist, until time to reveal the green of a new day! Beautiful poem!

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation GhostMMNC

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  7. I just see the children beginning to run around in the beautiful weather.

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    1. Happy you dropped in to read mine Rommy

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