summer walk
stolen from
a
travel day
bench under
a leafy
canopy
not quite
enough
umbrella to shelter
us from a
sudden
downpour
your
plaintive cry of
“I’m getting
wet…”
precipitating
a squelching dash inside
walking
yesterday
I passed the
spot,
remembering
how you
fussed about
your hair
your shoes
your clothes
patted the tree that
had offered
shelter
smiled and wondered
if etched in
its bark, its limbs,
its rings of
counting time
there would
be
a blip of
memory of the day
two people
took shelter
and he was
such a girl
8 comments:
A feeling of fond melancholy in this - a gentle and warm recalling of what once was.
Beautiful
oh I'm glad the fond comes through kevin. I was worried that it would look like I was poking fun. there are just some moments that stick in memory. I've always been a fan of how people react to the unexpected. this moment in time will make me smile til the end of my days.
The fond domes through for me, Karen.
I was able to hear that smile, but also got a sense that it was wistful.
Artful writing.
and he was such a girl...smiles...ha i like that as it sets this nicely...and the warmth def comes through in this...
thanks for stopping in Brian. Always nice to have you in my space.
see you tuesday for dVersepoets!
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wistful: adjective
1: full of yearning or desire tinged with melancholy
2: musingly sad : pensive
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well kevin, since I know the backstory here, yeah, I can see how wistful would be leaking from the lines.
*locks lips, throws key away*
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The fond domes through for me, too. A beautiful memory, a beautiful poem from such a beautiful person!
thank you sweet Estrella. I'm pleased and amazed that you took time to come over and read with the week you're having!
*tucks you up in a blanket and urges you to sleep...*
*smooch*
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