Saturday, February 14, 2015

Memories of Jill



I remember Jill
She used to collect pebbles
On the beach near us

She lived close to me
We went to school together
Never held my hand

Called her my angel
That made her so very cross
She would wrestle me

I acted the fool
She was so good at science
Me? Empty headed

I lost track of her
Would like to take a crack at
Her saintly armour

I’ll see her again
Perhaps! But I’ve got to go
Bus is right on cue


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11 comments:

  1. Bus stops are great places to stop and think...you never know who might come along either...another great poetic voyage

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  2. What a lovely image from the words....

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  3. Love the energy in the rhyme - finger snapping - lovely

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  4. I think we all have a Jill (or Jack) lurking in our hearts...but that darned old bus keeps coming to pick us up, doesn't it?

    Replay: To Double Your Whirling Pleasure

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  5. Don't you wish sometimes that bus wouldn't be on time so that you can stretch out those memories, just a bit longer?

    Elizabeth

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  6. Those buses! They can make or break a romance.

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  7. I muse on childhood acquaintances myself, sometimes, and wonder what if.

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  8. My two most thought provoking places - the beach and the bus stop! Anyway I'll look out for her and let her know you remember her!

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  9. My two most thought provoking places - the beach and the bus stop! Anyway I'll look out for Jill when I'm next on the 333 and let her know you remember her!

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  10. lovely, reminiscent poem leaves us wondering about old ties...

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