Marbles

Published on by balroop2013

Ah! The music of marbles
All day we played
All night we heard
New tunes created by dreams.

Ah! The colors that charmed
The fights we won
The flights we took
To possess our favorite marbles!

Wow! The pride of winning
Each one, a treasure
The trophies of innocent joys
Little pleasures of childhood.

Some memories mesmerize
Fill our heart with delight
Moments that passed by
Entwining us in the web of life.

Marbles melt into maelstrom of life
As time drapes its talons around us.
© Balroop Singh

This poem was inspired from Annika Perry’s post. Thank you so much dear friend for stirring sweet memories.

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65 thoughts on “Marbles”

  1. I loved your poem, Balroop. When I first started to read I thought, this is the second post I’ve read this week about marbles. 🙂 I’m glad Annika’s post inspired you.

    1. Thank you for liking my poem Jill, Annika’s post is wonderfully informative and musical while this is just a humble venture into a memory lane.

  2. Your poem brought such wonderful memories, Balroop. I still keep a bag of marbles in my desk drawer and fiddle with them when I’m writing….I’ll roll a few around in my hand when I’m musing over a scene.
    I especially love the last two stanzas, a bit of bittersweet.

    1. Wow! Nice to hear about your fascination of marbles and how they help push your creativity. Lovely! Thank you for sharing it Mae. I am sure they inspire beautiful thoughts. For me, even the picture is magical… wonder how they would affect me if I roll them in my hands. 🙂

  3. Balroop, my heart is full of smiles as I saw your post today! First, it’s heartwarming that my post has inspired this poem and also it shows the wonder of the community here on WordPress – it is a richness for us all!❤️

    Oh, I just LOVE your poem, the sense of absolute joy as you played the games, how through the marbles you reached another level within yourselves. The last two lines sent shivers down my spine … with a deft touch you twist to the darker side of life as time goes on. Wow!

    1. I am delighted to visualize your smiles Annika. Many thanks for the inspiration and I was surprised how the words flew. Would you believe this poem was written within 5 minutes! That is the wonder of memories. Ans yes, WordPress community has really nurtured my muse.
      Thank you for your lovely words of appreciation, I value them.

  5. Lovely post, Balroop. I also loved marbles when I was young, and I still remember some of my favourite ones. I loved their smoothness, and the clicking sound they made.

    1. Oh yes Elizabeth, the music that made us won those beautiful multi-colored balls! I can still hear it. Thank you for sharing your thoughts.

  7. I love how the picture brought back youthful memories, Balroop. There is an innocence in those marbles, I still have a few on mine:)

  9. A wonderful poem, Balroop, and it made me think instantly of Annika’s post. Wasn’t that wonderful. I too have many fun memories of playing with marbles. 🙂

  11. Marbles!! The childhood memories took me back to the modest neighborhood I grew up in. I still have a bag of marbles saved and I love looking through each one as a marvelous piece, and also jingling them together for their musical sounds :))) Your concluding lines are so beautiful, brought me back to present.

    1. What lovely souvenirs Prag! Aren’t they? Yes, their sounds arouse a thousand memories! Nostalgia is awe-inspiring! Thank you for sharing your feelings dear friend.

  12. A lovely poem, harkening back to innocent times. Marbles are a timeless treasure, with their pretty colors and sounds. Nice share, Balroop. This put a big smile on my face,

  13. Oh your poem so took me back to my own childhood and playing Marbles with my brother.. 🙂 He was a sore loser… 🙂 if I got his best marble.. 🙂 but he soon won it back.. 🙂

      1. Lol…… yes….. I know exactly What you mean Balroop LOL…. :-)… But I was his older sister… So I was bigger than him… LOL 🙂 love and hugs right back ❤

  15. Balroop, your poem flows with the speed of a delighted child at play.
    I can feel every line with you as I also so loved playing with marbles. It was exciting and the marbles were
    in many colours.
    Your marbles didn’t really melt and the talons were not strong enough to hold them when you poured forth
    this delightful poem.

    miriam

    1. Thank you dear Miriam for a lovely comment, I am happy to hear that you could follow the speed of an excited child, still alive to play with the marbles. 🤗❤️

  17. This is sooo much fun, Balroop. I was wondering how you would segue to Annika’s post. The memories of marbles stay with us forever and your poem gives us a glimpse to the joy of the past and how our life enfolds. A wonderful poem!❤️

    1. Yes! Joys of the past never fade Erica. You just have to peep within to refresh them. Thank you for coming over to read and share your lovely thoughts. Love and hugs.

  18. Loved your poem, Balroop, and I immediately thought of Annika’s fabulous post. How marbles played such a big part of our youth. Thanks for the uplifting post! 🥰

  21. Hi Balroop, I just visited Annika before coming over. I thought what a coincidence that you both wrote about marbles. Then I saw you giving credit to Annika who gave you the inspiration to write this poem.

    Your poem is wonderful. Yes, most of us have many memories of playing with marbles, collecting marbles, and admiring marbles. What a wonderful thing we have in common. 🙂

    1. Thank you for coming over to read and admire Marbles Miriam, much appreciated. Annika’s post is fabulous but it sent me back to basics. 🙂

  22. It’s funny how powerful the sight of a few marbles can be for drawing out happy memories. Wonderful poem, Balroop. The Marble Machine on Annika’s post is amazing!

  23. Your poem so colorful is bringing back memories Balroop! So many…
    Special time lived again as my son is playing with them. Never ending story and such a lovely one.

  25. When I saw your post title, I just had to read it. I played with marbles as kid and also one of my nicknames is Marbles. Like the others, this post took me down memory lane. I had quite a few colourful marbles when I was younger, and I found the different colours within each one unique and fascinating. Those were fun times that I’ll never forget – and as your poem mentioned, time passed by just like that when I played with marbles.

    1. I am delighted to re-create those fun times through my words Mabel. Ah! lovely memories that keep our hearts warm! Thank you for sharing them.

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