Where are the days before pumpkin spice?

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Where are the days before pumpkin spice?


Where are those hot summer days?

When we ran in sprinklers, on lawns of green
We had no care of what our thighs looked like
Or if the neighbors might see

Where are the endless afternoons?

Reading a book or three
Bike rides down safe summer lanes
Creating mud pies, grass buffets, all natural with sugar on top

Where did the days before pumpkin spice go?

Where is grandma?
Making her pies
Where is grandpa?
Fixing our bikes
Where is mommy?
Kissing scraped knee
Where is daddy?
At the BBQ cooking meat

Where did those days go? Before we knew the spice of Autumn

Kisses were innocent, if awkward
Holding hands meant nothing and everything
You were mine, at least for this week

Where are those days before pumpkin spice?

This is a dVerse prompt: title your poem with the question – where are the/they… , use the questioning within your poem, even with repetition, DO NOT ANSWER it though – the questioning is rhetorical, employ concepts of mortality, the transience of life, a sense of nostalgia.

I actually created 2 other poems before this one having not paid attention to one of the prompts so this prompt created 3 poems instead of one. lol There is an intentional duality (or more depending on how deep you want to read into it :^) ) in the poem of seasons and aging. I hope you enjoy!

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C. Stuart Lewis creates poems with feeling, intelligence and sex appeal. His short stories and books focus on characters that feel real in real world situations. Originally from the United States he now resides in Ontario, Canada. Check out his webpage at TheAuthorStew.ca

17 thoughts on “Where are the days before pumpkin spice?”

    1. I’ve as of yet to hear a child ask for pumpkin spice anything. Though I don’t go around asking children their drink orders. LOL I also am old enough to remember a time when pumpkin spice was just used in pumpkin pie and wasn’t a cultural event.😂

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  4. Every question you asked is one I would have wondered as well! Your poem brought back many memories ~ resurrected because of YOU. As for the spice? I sprinkle it on my morning coffee.

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  6. Where are those days of childhood indeed, Stew? I miss them too, especially:

    ‘Reading a book or three
    Bike rides down safe summer lanes
    Creating mud pies, grass buffets, all natural with sugar on top’.

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