Friday, October 2, 2015

One call






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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 –






Posted by Dr. Pearl Ketover Prilik (PKP) at 9:16 PM
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25 comments:

  1. Nurit IsraeliOctober 3, 2015 at 3:39 AM

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

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  2. Rosemary Nissen-WadeOctober 3, 2015 at 9:17 PM

    Whoopee!

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  3. AnonymousOctober 3, 2015 at 11:56 PM

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

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  4. brudbergOctober 4, 2015 at 12:03 AM

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

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  5. Jae RoseOctober 4, 2015 at 1:30 AM

    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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  6. Old EggOctober 4, 2015 at 1:57 AM

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

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  7. Sanaa RizviOctober 4, 2015 at 2:42 AM

    Soo romantic!! :D

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  8. MiskyOctober 4, 2015 at 2:44 AM

    Gorgeous. Such memories should be renewed again and again.

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  9. Gillena CoxOctober 4, 2015 at 5:39 AM

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

    much love...

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  10. SusanOctober 4, 2015 at 6:07 AM

    "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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  11. AnonymousOctober 4, 2015 at 6:18 AM

    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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  12. nanOctober 4, 2015 at 7:13 AM

    beautiful, fresh, nostalgic - all at once.

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  13. Sherry Blue SkyOctober 4, 2015 at 9:07 AM

    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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  14. tonispencerOctober 4, 2015 at 11:04 AM

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

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  15. scotthastiepoetOctober 4, 2015 at 11:41 AM

    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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  16. MaryOctober 4, 2015 at 12:28 PM

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

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  17. Donna@LivingFromHappinessOctober 4, 2015 at 1:30 PM

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

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  18. ZQOctober 4, 2015 at 1:34 PM

    Whew ! That was awesome.
    ZQ

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  19. J.N.T.October 4, 2015 at 3:44 PM

    ahhh...a poem expressing love. wonderful.

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  20. AnonymousOctober 4, 2015 at 7:45 PM

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

    Nice. Randy

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  21. Sara McNultyOctober 4, 2015 at 8:20 PM

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

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  22. Susie ClevengerOctober 4, 2015 at 10:19 PM

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

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  23. AditiOctober 5, 2015 at 12:55 AM

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

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  24. Gen Giggles October 5, 2015 at 5:35 AM

    Young love full of passion and mistakes. Well written.

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  25. Myrna R.October 5, 2015 at 9:00 AM

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

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