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Friday, October 2, 2015

One call


One Call 

one call was all it took
to run through the wind
crash into your chest –
share our nexus of lips
press-in clavicled crook 
one call to toss threats
of punishment – a list-ing
willow tangled in summer
wind – my fifteen-year-old
face flush with the tender
new born ache of wanting –
that swear to never forget
left in a blazing chamber of
my young heart even now -
ready to run

again –






25 comments:

  1. Yet another beautiful image in word. I can see her running. Sense the sweetness...

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  2. Ready to run again..nice twist at the end.

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  3. What a sweet memory of youth. That eagerness we once had for an embrace or kiss. Wonderful.

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  4. What a breathless and vital poem - that call certainly makes your heart thump and your legs and soul ready to run - oh to be young again or to run for anything but the bus - a heady, dizzy and wonderful poem to start the day!

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  5. How I remember that first teenage kiss that set a lifetime quest for yet one more.

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  6. Gorgeous. Such memories should be renewed again and again.

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  7. at fifteen even a wink is enough; have an awesome Sunday

    much love...

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  8. "our nexus of lips"! Oh, I would go back in a heartbeat!
    "... a list-ing
    willow tangled ... " to lean in again
    Thank God for memory, as it is impossible to restore innocence except in dream and fantasy. I am reminded of the dangerous, delightful innocence of the early 1970s. I'm glad I survived it!

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  9. the press of the poem,
    the rush of words,
    the fluidity of rhythm
    the choice of theme

    All nice.
    All very, very nice.
    Randy

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  10. beautiful, fresh, nostalgic - all at once.

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  11. Oh, this is wonderful. I can see the fifteen year old you - and me - in those first yearnings. And feel that Something in our older hearts ready to run again........love never gets old. Loved this one, Pearl.

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  12. That rust of first love is incredible and you are right, never forgotten. Spencer is Kanzensakura

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  13. Good as ever Pearl... "face flush with the tender
    new born ache of wanting" I love that!! and: "ready to run again..." Great! With Best Wishes Scott www.scotthastie.com

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  14. There is nothing like that feeling of young love...love the nostalgia & the way you wordled.

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  15. What a sweet an special memory to keep us ever alive and our hearts young! Wonderful....

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  16. ahhh...a poem expressing love. wonderful.

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  17. I felt the:
    ... fifteen-year-old
    face flush with the tender
    new born ache of wanting

    Nice. Randy

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  18. This is so romantic, and perfectly captures the all or nothing time of teenage years.

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  19. Fifteen, I remember so much about that year. Love your capture of that time in one's life.

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  20. Oh the passion, the yearnings, the youth. Beautifully crafted!

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  21. Young love full of passion and mistakes. Well written.

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  22. Young love is so sweet and you captured it beautifully here.

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