Saturday, 2 April 2016

Memories of long ago


She had that rare grace
Stunning looks and eyes just for me
I kidded myself

 Empty headed boy 
I was all those years ago
Endless years of youth

 Best I ever did
Was to walk her to her bus
For a few brief months

 We'd speak of little
A few threads of conversation
Our shy teenage talk

 Yes, I did kiss her
Her eyes shone with such pleasure
Witnessed by no one

 Still think of her now
Erotic thoughts of old age
The "what ifs" of life

 The root problem is
Does she still think well of me?
To feed my ego

 I do claim one thing
That she hummed with such pleasure
Those days that we kissed

 And as I write this
Hope that a message of love
Now gets through to her

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10 comments:

  1. vivinfrance3 April 2016 at 00:54

    Old Egg, I bow to you for your beautiful, nostalgic and poignant poem, for making the wordle words disappear in the sense of it, and for reminding me of an encounter more than 60 years ago.

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  2. Jae Rose3 April 2016 at 00:58

    We can only hope...a passionate and vibrant poem - celebrating the good things in life :)

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  3. Keiths Ramblings3 April 2016 at 02:34

    Reading this sent my mind back more years than I normally care to remember. I wonder what happened to her? Thanks for reminding me (or not!)

    Nothing ventured....

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  4. brenda w3 April 2016 at 05:03

    I love the bit about her humming with pleasure during the days she was kissed. This is a good one, OE. I hope that love continues to stir for all of us, and keeps us humming!

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  5. Anonymous3 April 2016 at 06:42

    This is so stunningly and beautifully nostalgic that I barely dare to comment! Well done - as I remember (from long ago) - your poetry always being!

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  6. C.C.3 April 2016 at 08:40

    This is so sweet, sensitive and nostalgic that it has me thinking back to those walks, those shy teenage talks, those kisses.... ;-)

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    1. Anonymous3 April 2016 at 11:34

      You have all of us remembering those long ago shy kisses. And perhaps wondering as well,

      Elizabeth

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  7. S.E.Ingraham3 April 2016 at 17:00

    I agree with all of these comments but especially Viv's ... you've written a poem that weaves the wordles words so skillfully, they disappear. Glorious.

    http://soundofthewordnight.blogspot.ca/2016/04/rare-days-and-grace.html

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  8. purplepeninportland.com3 April 2016 at 20:14

    I was so caught up in this poem, I didn't think about the prompt. I think we all have many "what ifs" in our lives.

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  9. Anonymous4 April 2016 at 04:36

    Nice.

    I felt the touch, the kiss, the fleetingness. The reminiscence, the longing, the adolescent fear of rejection, and the adult humming acknowledgement of joy of relationship no matter how slight or short lived.

    She remembers.
    Randy

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