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Writing a poem about you,
More than twenty years removed,
Is not that hard to do.
Icy blue eyes,
Lanky frame,
Strong hands
That could not resist
My curves,
Indelible marks
In my memory.
My taste for
Biker-cowboy-badass swagger
Was first found at your lips.
Even now
I lose myself in you
When Jeff Healey plays
In a random radio moment.
The faintest wisp
Of your cologne
Makes my heart race,
My eyes desperately searching,
Only to find unknown faces
That aren’t yours.
Every emotion
From hope to heartache
Is forever tinged
With your essence,
An echoing undercurrent
That shades my entire world.
Writing a poem about you…
That’s the easy part.
The real challenge
Is writing a poem that isn’t.
~~~ This poem was written for the poetic memoir series of prompts from Poetic Bloomings. This week we were asked to think about the first time we fell in love.
15 comments:
POW. I have a couple of these wispy live ghosts, those who helped to shape the soul of me. A beautiful read.
Some people are impossible to forget and dangerous to remember.
You captured both the attraction and the danger--loved this Mary
I understand exactly what you mean! And I concur with both Audrey and Kerry! (But I love this poem!)
Can't help in expecting them but mindful of the danger. Nicely Mary!
Hank
Even now
I lose myself in you
When Jeff Healey plays
I think we all have that "someone" in the recesses (or not so recessed) corners of our mind!
What a challenge to keep the past in the past! This poem captured so well the dilemma shared in comments.
Terrifically expressed! I know that old flame, never quite got him out of my system! I loved your surprise ending.
Oh first loves...I remember mine. I still have letters from him (my husband has read them..lol) It was great to hear you read it!
I like all the details of the second stanza...and then the twist in the end ~ Superbly done ~
Sometimes it's dangerous to look back and yet, somethings never change... the old pangs are still there when we do, even if they were not good for us...
Lovely memories recalled.
Oh, to swoon...this is some hungry verse...nicely done, Mary!!
Your last two lines say it all!
a lot of love in those memories, Mary! i adore the last stanza!
♥
aloha Mary - they do remain they do remain - with us. great ending -
"Writing a poem about you…
That’s the easy part.
The real challenge
Is writing a poem that isn’t."
yeah.
those "Biker-cowboy-badass" boys. another line i like.
very cool. aloha.
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