Friday, May 2, 2014

I Recall--By Tim Ryerson--United States

I Recall

I recall a filthy sidewalk
running in front of grandma's house
with bumps and cracks from the roots
of ancient white oak

Meandering down to the levee
with cane poles and sack lunches
crickets and freshly dug earth worms
Barefoot in careless summers

I recall one low spot
beneath a straggly Chinaberry
filled with pitch-black delta dirt
washed in by summer rains
Shuffling through and digging down
burying our toes

Often now I recall
when the heavens are shrouded in grief
when darkness closes at the edge of vision
I recall a porch light flicking on in the distance
I recall grandma’s trembling soprano calling
calling me back home….

Tim Ryerson is a published poet from Ponchatoula, Louisiana who retired from the printing business in 2011. He began writing in the 80’s but did not take it seriously until 2001 after the untimely death of his then 21 year old son. He does not have a ‘signature style’ but prefers writing different forms of poetry. Many of his poems use southern slang and Cajun dialect. He also enjoys writing humorous poems, especially limericks and senryu and was among the winners in the latest Humor Press writing contest with his entry “Emergency Rooms Just KILL me.”


  1. Hello, Tim! Your poem stirs a would-be painting in me - since you have already created a fabulous word painting that stirs and inspired! Welcome, as always, to Whispers! Sheri /

  2. Oh Tim, thank you for a wonderful well written poem and the recollections you stirred in me of my own loving grandmother and her little farm house near us when I was a child. She also had a Chinaberry tree in the front. I never ventured to eat one, though they were plentiful in the summer, because I was always told they are poisonous. But oh my, I remember the dirt under it and that I ate a big spoonful of it as I was making my mud pies one time at the early age of 3 or 4. I never did that again. :)
    Love, Charlene

  3. Tim, I love the way you describe the joy and lasting comfort your grandma gave to you. There are so many wonderful images throughout the poem. When the "heavens are shrouded in grief," these memories help you get past the rough times. Beautifully written! Best wishes, Carolyn

  4. Tim, what wonderful memories you have, thank you for sharing them in this lovely poem. Memories are treasures we can keep forever, a beautiful write. Blessings always, Leokadis

  5. Hi Tim, enjoyed your lovely poem and the memories it stirred within me about my own grandma's house! How wonderful it is to have these memories etched in our hearts! Thanks for sharing!

  6. Ah Tim, you put me in remembrance of summers down at my grandparents' home when I was a young boy. Great times. Thank you for sharing. Continued blessings!

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  7. Tim, your nostalgic memories are dotted by love and expressed with such sensibilities as to stir my own happy memories of times past. You are a talented
    poet whose work never disappoints me. This creative poem is exceptional because
    of its last stanza which left me breathless! Wow! so impressive. ( I couldn't reply before from my computer but now it seems I can) Hooray! Love and Aloha, Connie