Saturday, September 13, 2014

It was not Sue



Sue and I use to meet                    
By the old withered tree                 
I held her hand                                
And kissed her cheek                    
First love                                           
For her                                              
And me                                             

Sadly it did not last                         
Her curls no longer mine               
She came no more                         
Our trysting place                            
Alone                                                
I cried                                                
Forlorn                                              

Yes, there were other girls            
But curls they had but few            
I held them tight                              
And snuggled up                            
Sadly                                                 
It was 
Not Sue                                 

25 comments:

  1. What a neatly stitched tale of yearning....i suppose we all have a 'Sue'...then nobody quite matches up after...but maybe that's why they are so special?

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  2. John, I loved it! Fun to hold a memory of so special a girl at your "trysting place".

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  3. This is a sweet little tale. We always remember our first love.

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  4. That first (?) love almost seems perfect - curls or something else.

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  5. How one really yearns for the wonderful feel of first love! Others that come after are bland and not comparable to the electrifying feel! Wonderful nostalgia old egg!

    Hank

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  6. I'm starting to worry about the number of girls who have passed through your arms, Old Egg. You must be exhausted.

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  7. aww...first love most of the time has a bitter-sweet taste...

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  8. What a lovely little poem! Very well put together, very polished. I like it.

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  9. The remembrance is sweetly told like a summer song ~ Enjoyed this one ~

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  10. There is always something special about a first love....and first love is remembered for a lifetime...

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  11. A fun rhyme that I take more seriously than surface may suggest, but then, I used to be called Sue.

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  12. Aw how sweet ~ that first love is often unique and sometimes irreplaceable.

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  13. Haha... I don't know what to say. Enjoyed the reading though :-)
    ZQ

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  14. I agree, Oldegg. Even as they fade away in the background, first loves hold a special place in our memories.

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  15. Aw. I wonder if Sue would write something similar. First loves are truly special. You write so well about yours.

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  16. Of course, her curls not yours, and never had belonged to you....~ Nice sentiment ...:)x

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  17. First love, clear crisp and sharply recalled, with all ofbthe longing, a first love apps you with.
    This is neat, I'm seeing a definite schematic presented, it's the first time i have read this form, what is it

    Thanks for stopping over at my blog

    Much love...

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    1. Hello Gillena, thanks for your comment. The form just popped out of my head but I don't claim it's invention as I am sure I have seen it before somewhere. The tryptich of two syllable lines at the end of each verse was to emphasise the sadness felt.

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  18. I like this! I always look forward to see what you've cooked up in that marvelous heart of yours :) You express emotion quite well.

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  19. First love never fades...
    But, then not many are blessed to have their first love forever!

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