she had thin lips
in the snapshots they
barely touch each other
although it is summer and
they show enough young skin
she had thin lips
he is hanging his arm
around her neck, jewelry and gesture
clasped onto her utter obliviousness
the snapshots hold him in amber
cracked edges, curl as she smoothes
with parchment skin and
wet eyes, her thin lips full
with longing - bee stung with regret
Oh...I still think of my first beau every now and then. But I've not one photo. Glad of that too really - as I'm quite happy where I am now :)
ReplyDeleteThank you for your visit so early...I'm still half asleep.
I can see this same wistfulness in my almost 90 year old friend as she speaks of a friend she lost who was on/at Pearl Harbor. She married another and did have quite a lovely life...Age may have some advantages...but she often ponders on what they actually are...
Jules - as I posted at your site - enjoyed that we had a similar take on the words - truly enjoyed where you took them ! :) Thanks for stopping by and sharing your anecdote :)
DeleteMemory brings tingling tears to our eyes sometimes. I think it is so in your write. Who is missing, who is lost,.....?
ReplyDeleteoooh Annell thank you -...
DeleteSo many bits and details inside your snapshot. So many feelings rest on those thin lips, bee stung with regret. You brought back so many memories. Thank you Jules,
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Sorry, was thanking Jules for her reply and story, brought on by your poem, pkp.
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Like being a little bit of a facilitator :) ... no apology :)
DeleteI love the last two lines, Pearl. Well done.
ReplyDeleteAw Brenda - "love" when you "love"... Thanks so very much :)
DeleteImmediately I could see my over-bearing, jealous and possessive high school boyfriend.....
ReplyDeleteWas it ever love? I think not...Thanx (I think) for the memories....
Pearl, the last two lines are quite powerful. Nicely done.
ReplyDeletePamela
Lonely and provocative.
ReplyDeleteSo wistful, beautiful, sad. Well done.
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