what’s your name
we used to rehearse our lines
in the lounge at memorial hall
back when you could
smoke cigarettes inside
and buy drafts of beer for fifty cents
I recall saying I would never
forget those lines but
they seem to have escaped me
and I am left with only a memory
of how the sunlight
bounced off the glass-framed
paintings hanging on the walls
making your eyes
appear as a certain shade of green
that for some reason reminded me
of the time I sailed the aegean sea
january two thousand thirteen
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So simplistic yet so much power behind the words. Beautiful.
thank you so very very much xo
Just a stunningly beautiful poem – powerful last lines – really love this! K
Thank you so very much, Kathleen. xo
I must tell you that ALL of your writing is magnificent, but this poem took me right back to my college campus senior year (25 years ago, yikes!) and all the details I thought I’d never forget — conversations, smells, songs, smiles, sapphire eyes, strong tanned arms…And then a lifetime passes and someone with your brilliance manages to catapult me right back there — if only for a beautiful moment. 🙂 Thank YOU!
Thank you so much, Shauna. I’m humbly grateful for your kind praise. I am also very happy knowing this poem has touched you. JW
Very lovely indeed…., brilliant.
thank you so very much, mei. xo
This is really beautiful Matthew, and true of real life – memories are so like that!
Thank you very much – I’m delighted you enjoyed it so.
Oh I love this;)
So nice to have you here, Steve, thanks so much.
Oh I love this. (I just realized that I plagiarized a comment just above 🙂
It’s so poignant and delicate.
thanks so much for commenting – i always enjoy reading your work
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Treasured memories linger 🙂
All else fades, I reckon
Yes, that is so very true….
Love It!! Reminds me of rehearsing lines in college!! But we couldn’t smoke inside!! Lovely poem!! 🙂
Thanks so much Katie – so happy you enjoyed this one and thanks for retweeting on twitter ;`)
“I recall saying I would never
forget those lines but
they seem to have escaped me”
thank you for visiting here….
I love this..such a beautiful description. You make her sound ethereal.
Thank you very much, Denise.