doncha know the feeling

know the feeling
              doncha
      slumping in your chair like a 
      dumpling when 
breezes in the chimneybreast
begin to whisper of
somewhere                        anywhere
              doncha
                when you have
no wish to turn on your television
                        radio
                        computer
                        phone 
as the world they bring 
is not your             own 
& now you are suddenly 
    nowhere                     everywhere
hearing on the wind      in the flue 
             a world that draws you 
                                cooing doves &
                                cries of children &
                                cars swishing by
               doncha 
   wish to open the jailhouse door
   walk free with
   no particular place
        to go but out                                     & away

know the feeling  
               doncha
                      from way back when those
                      grumpy grownups growled
                      get lost &
               doncha come back before dusk

     haha 
     never the same road twice 
                 when you & your best friends
                 walked & walked until you reached 
                           those unknown hedges
                                         houses
                                         highways
                                         hidden byways to a
                           world you had never been
                             tree trunks never climbed
                                   faces never seen
                         streams you had never dammed
                         streetnames you never heard
     haha
     whole estates of footballers
                      poets
                      scientists
                      explorers & 
               doncha
           recall how full it felt to
           return at dusk with treasure trove
                               a strip cartoon of images
                               drawn from a Brilliant day
                 when you'd wandered in a novelty
                            wonderland 
        
      fresh pastures glimpsed but once though
            present   still & steady yet for
            future days as souvenirs of
                   days gone by &
                      still to be that
                               boy or girl you were &
                      still to see whatever's new &
                      still to     walk free with                                            
                                              no particular place to
                                              go 
                 
               doncha still                   go out          & away
                         

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14 thoughts on “doncha know the feeling

    1. And good, in retrospect, because it was memeless. Ha, did I just invent a new word? Your point is spot-on, though, could be the stuff of sci-fi if anyone was clever enough to explore it …

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