What frivolous days
No inklings of times to come
Being thirteen was good
Then when I met you
Love beat an audible drum
In both of our hearts
Sun, blue sky and you
We ran through the poppy field
Speedy young adults
Our bodies entwined
Like strange gnarled roots of a tree
In time everlasting
Just who would write this
Wind blown, storm tossed, best seller
Are all lives like this?
Apocalyptic
Literary masterpiece
With sad epilogue
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Ah ... young love. A beautiful Poem!
ReplyDeleteI think maybe so...but i wouldn't mind starting over at thirteen again
ReplyDeleteGorgeous poem - limbs entwined - thirteen - ah terrific images throughout - fabulous ending - Bravo!
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful interpretation of the words. I salute you!
ReplyDeletei love this tale of your 'young adult' love!
ReplyDeleteyes, i wonder, who is to write all these little tragedies. and how many great love stories go unwritten. :)
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This is simply beautiful. I can say no more!
ReplyDeleteOh those closing lines are poignant - so many love stories have sad epilogues!
ReplyDeleteI love this:
ReplyDeleteLove beat an audible drum
In both of our hearts
Great writing!
beautiful story of young love....
ReplyDeleteBeautiful done and all love stories do have a sad ending
ReplyDeleteI'm liking those entwined bodies best of all! ;)
ReplyDelete"Literary masterpiece/sad epilogue." Speaks volumes. You've captured the complete freedom felt by young lovers, as well as the bittersweet side. I really love this poetry, Robin. Thx for your visit, too! Amy
ReplyDeletefrivolous days, indeed,
ReplyDeleteno inkling of the times to come...
nicely done. Randy
The beauty and innocence of young love... if only it could last...
ReplyDeleteah, the wonders of first love- well done!
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