Childhood Vacation

14 Sep

I smell the sweet pines

In  New Hampshire summer time.

Papa says it’s fine to dive in the lake

Between lily pads and sky.

I surface with a smile, out of breath.

It’s time to go home;

But not, until dawn.


Dusk fades with chasing lights.

Mason jar and fine mesh net

Captures the last fire fly.

Mama says, “Let them go,

There is no room in the car.”

I left it, with the lid off,


Escaping glass echoes

Of our last vacation night.


Posted by on September 14, 2014 in Beginnings, Children, New Hampshire, Pine Cone Diaries, Poetry


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32 responses to “Childhood Vacation

  1. scotthastiepoet

    September 21, 2014 at 4:40 pm

    I loved this piece especially… Terrific evocation of childhood – you got me right there, for sure…


  2. Sherry Blue Sky

    September 21, 2014 at 2:48 pm

    This is beautiful, my friend, especially the setting free of the fireflies……


  3. drpkp

    September 16, 2014 at 4:55 pm

    Dear RK – I did not enjoy being chastised by our dear Poets United host, Mary, however in response to her pointing out that I have not commented on your poetry I made it my business (as soon as I was able ) to get on over here … Oh my! Absolutely, lush images in exquisite flowing poem – dare I say there is a familiar aching nostalgia in your writing. It was worth being “chastised ” to find you sooner than later. Looking forward to reading and responding with you – You are an extraordinary talent. Bravo ! Images of lily pads and mason jars and dusk and fireflies and … Papa… ahhhhhhhh …


  4. Eileen T O'Neill

    September 16, 2014 at 8:31 am

    A most pleasing poem, which drew me into your happy childhood adventure. Lovely to capture these memories in this manner.



  5. G L Meisner

    September 15, 2014 at 9:42 pm

    Ah children’s joys. A great poem.


  6. ManicDdaily

    September 15, 2014 at 7:56 am

    Very sweet and vivid memories. K.


  7. Marian

    September 15, 2014 at 6:36 am

    any poem featuring fireflies moves me, and yours is no exception 🙂


  8. dsnake1

    September 15, 2014 at 4:09 am

    wow, what lovely childhood memories. sometimes, these could be the best times of our lives. and i loved how you let those fireflies free.
    your poetry seems to have reached another higher level. 🙂


  9. Susie Clevenger (@wingsobutterfly)

    September 14, 2014 at 11:47 pm

    This is beautiful…such a precious childhood memory


  10. Rallentanda

    September 14, 2014 at 11:15 pm

    Love this nostalgic childhood memory and the symbolism attached to letting the fireflies go free.


  11. margaret

    September 14, 2014 at 10:13 pm

    What a lovely snapshot!


  12. humbird

    September 14, 2014 at 8:33 pm

    Our childhood memory are the most treasured! …we were catching the snails..


  13. Truedessa

    September 14, 2014 at 7:41 pm

    I remember catching fireflies in my grandmother’s backyard..I saw a couple a few weeks ago and it brought back good memories.


  14. Leovi

    September 14, 2014 at 7:39 pm

    A very evocative poem with beautiful images and beautiful atmosphere!


  15. Loredana Donovan

    September 14, 2014 at 6:32 pm

    What a wonderful memory, so sweet! I love it that you freed the fireflies, symbolic of letting go 🙂


  16. Gabriella

    September 14, 2014 at 6:31 pm

    I rally enjoyed these late summer memories, especially the last swim in the lake. It reminded me of September swims in lakes about a decade ago. I second Mary concerning your poetry.


  17. Opal Zushaquon

    September 14, 2014 at 6:16 pm

    My parents came from the East Coast. Myself, I grew up in the Western part of the U.S. and have never seen a firefly or a lily pad outside the Botanic Gardens. Your poem really brought a wonderful scene to life!
    Kind thanks for visiting us at Poetry of the Netherworld.


  18. Myrna

    September 14, 2014 at 6:09 pm

    What a beautiful write about a beautiful memory. I loved reading it.


  19. Mary

    September 14, 2014 at 6:04 pm

    ZQ, your poetry keeps getting better and better! I have really enjoyed your nostalgic writing of late. You have captured this scene just beautifully.


  20. Susan

    September 14, 2014 at 5:52 pm

    I love that “there is no room in the car.” What a day of diving and delving, gathering and letting go. The sound of escape and echoing glass–how lovely.


  21. C.C.

    September 14, 2014 at 5:45 pm

    gorgeous imagery…especially love the symmetry between the fireflies left free to fly out of their glass jar and the echoes of your last vacation night.


  22. Donna@GardensEyeView

    September 14, 2014 at 5:28 pm

    There is a childlike rushing pulse throughout your poem that made me smile all the way through it reliving similar childhood memories…so real and poignant…fabulous poem!


  23. Nataša Dolenc

    September 14, 2014 at 3:42 pm

    lovely memory… always liked fireflies.


  24. Audrey Howitt

    September 14, 2014 at 12:37 pm

    I love poems about childhood memories–this one in particular feels full of the best of that–


  25. magicalmysticalteacher

    September 14, 2014 at 12:25 pm

    It seems as if the echoes of that particular vacation night are still reverberating, and still calling you to explore them in poetry.


  26. Maniparna Sengupta Majumder

    September 14, 2014 at 12:19 pm

    Lovely memories rejuvenated…childhood was such fun and innocence for everyone…. 🙂


  27. Kerry O'Connor

    September 14, 2014 at 11:04 am

    What a beautifully nostalgic piece. This is such impressive and authentic poetry.


  28. Nissa Annakindt

    September 14, 2014 at 10:19 am

    Vacation…. I remember having those. Never anywhere with fireflies, though. A good poem for remembering childhoods with.


  29. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

    September 14, 2014 at 9:48 am

    I’ve never caught fireflies, but I did catch crabs .. And same thing, after day was over let them go.


  30. Sumana Roy

    September 14, 2014 at 9:23 am

    after all these years the memoir is like the firefly still sparkling in the darkness of oblivion….beautiful..


  31. Gillena Cox

    September 14, 2014 at 9:09 am

    you let them go, but the reluctance of letting them go remains in this memoir; have a nice Sunday; thanks for stopping over at my blog

    much love…


  32. Grace

    September 14, 2014 at 9:00 am

    Lovely childhood memories specially letting the last firefly escape the jar ~ Thanks for linking up with Real Toads ZQ ~



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