A Basket Of Junes Poem by Martin O'Neill

A Basket Of Junes



I sit here
Sifting my basket of Junes
Birthdays and Sundays
And picnics
Under blue skies
Feeling the sun, caressing the field
Where children, hair wildly rippling in
Dappled, wondrous sunlight
Running for all the world.
Shrieking in joy
Whilst Dad and Uncles stood
Wrapped in smoke with beer bottles
Around the barbeque
As the day unfolded
Around family, food,
Presents and overcooked burgers
Glorious dips and
Some vegetarian stuff by your Auntie that is
Unusual.
Tastes nice though.
The kite got stuck in a tree and
We left it there
Like a memento
Or a signature
On a day
Rippling

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sreelekha Premjit 11 February 2012

walking down memory lane.. what lingers are moments of joy with those loved.. i loved the thought and mostly the way you have presented it.. thanks for such a beautiful write.

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Eric Cockrell 12 February 2012

love the picture you paint... and the kite you left in the tree!

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Patti Masterman 17 February 2012

I LOVE the ending. We can learn so much from reading the poems of others, I feel bad many don't realize that..writing secret #1682 lol.

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Prasanna Kumari 11 November 2012

i think you should sift July, August and September as this made some sweet reading...

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Neil Crawford 21 March 2012

I really like this - it's a kind of verbal photograph but with far more dimensions.

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Sherrie Lowe 01 March 2012

What a beautifully visual poem, I felt I was there, and a wonderful title too, drew me to it straight away

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Okoye Charles Chukwudi 29 February 2012

This is good...i like style of writing...kudos

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Juan Olivarez 21 February 2012

Nice and relaxing, conjures images of summer.

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Martin O'Neill

Martin O'Neill

Solihull, Birmingham, England
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