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in tall grass and under bare feet,
summer’s heat rides high;
I meet her curious stare,
halfway between our houses
her nose is the same size
as mine, and turned up
on the end
we are both just six
fast friends, sworn sisters
pretending away the afternoon
until the light grows sleepy
giggling, I am overwhelmed
with affection
the waning afternoon breeze
frames her hair
in a wild halo of sienna
and brushes her lips
in dark salmon,
the color of my sudden love
she is beautiful bathed
in childhood sunlight;
impulsively, I kiss her cheek
and wait, breathlessly
she returns my laugh,
threading her fingers
through mine;
she calls me silly
we sit in silence
waiting for our mothers’ voices
to call us home,
away from these moments
where the last of innocence lives
summer’s heat rides high;
I meet her curious stare,
halfway between our houses
her nose is the same size
as mine, and turned up
on the end
we are both just six
fast friends, sworn sisters
pretending away the afternoon
until the light grows sleepy
giggling, I am overwhelmed
with affection
the waning afternoon breeze
frames her hair
in a wild halo of sienna
and brushes her lips
in dark salmon,
the color of my sudden love
she is beautiful bathed
in childhood sunlight;
impulsively, I kiss her cheek
and wait, breathlessly
she returns my laugh,
threading her fingers
through mine;
she calls me silly
we sit in silence
waiting for our mothers’ voices
to call us home,
away from these moments
where the last of innocence lives
Published 1st Feb 2023
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1st Feb 2023 11:21am
Dear L,
What a sweet memory of pure love and friendship. I enjoyed recalling a similar experience myself, seems so long ago now but the feelings remain fresh and sentimental. Really lovely piece.
H🌷
What a sweet memory of pure love and friendship. I enjoyed recalling a similar experience myself, seems so long ago now but the feelings remain fresh and sentimental. Really lovely piece.
H🌷
1st Feb 2023 3:39pm
Thank you so much, Honoria. I met Anita one day after we’d moved to a farm in Elkins, WV. She was my first friend and I loved her so. Thank you for reading and for the RL!
1st Feb 2023 3:42pm
I love the tender reminiscence and details painting a living shadow of the moment. The audio is warm and wonderful. 💖
1st Feb 2023 3:48pm
5th Feb 2023 1:55am
Damn.
You wrote a perfect poem.
The value it emits in each shining line, is obvious. Simplicity this strong needs no dressing, it is adorned by its own core.
Your voice is a great tone for such a write, by the way. A firefly in July.
You wrote a perfect poem.
The value it emits in each shining line, is obvious. Simplicity this strong needs no dressing, it is adorned by its own core.
Your voice is a great tone for such a write, by the way. A firefly in July.
5th Feb 2023 12:38pm
Goodness, thank you, Styxian. Such an honor to see you here, I appreciate your kind words!
5th Feb 2023 7:03am
You really captured a moment of beautiful memory, childhood and nostalgia. It speaks to the soul. For those of us who have been around for that time, I can almost close my eyes get flashes of memory from that year.
Wonderful write Luna, your spoken word is reaching higher and higher levels.
Wonderful write Luna, your spoken word is reaching higher and higher levels.
5th Feb 2023 1:01pm
Thank you so much, Wally! I’m really enjoying the process of making spoken word videos; it’s cathartic in its own way to put yourself into your words.
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3rd Mar 2023 12:38pm
Especially like the description of love as having colors associated with the person in the poem.
3rd Mar 2023 1:03pm
