Tuttle Creek, spring semester
Convinced and finally alone,
The promise of happily ever after
With the help of a seductive cove.
Clothes drapped over fringe
Growth no higher than our knees
As summer promised a convenient hinge
And tree buds blossomed into leaves.
Warm air cradled doubt
While we dipped and slid with haste
A runner’s legs supported me
Mine, wrapped around his waist.
Water clutching nature
Connecting, skin to skin
Laughter echoed pleasure
I want to feel that way again.
Lovely nostalgia!
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Written some time ago… thanks so much, Holly
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Mmmmm, yes to feel that way again. There is nothing quite like that yearning to recapture a bit of a dream of the past. π You weave a feeling of love, longing and happiness so well with this poem Aud, and you also mention two of my favorites: “The promise of happily ever after, With the help of a seductive cove.” Always good to have an oasis to return to when needed.
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Does this mean you’ve spent time here again? Makes me smile, you know. Thank you for your visit. My hope is you are well. Aw, yes, this poem does speak of what I know is possible when love surrounds. I’m glad you enjoyed seeing this poem. Dear Dalo, you are a charmer.
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Yes, doing well, although a very strange feeling in wishing that summer would hang around another month or two, which for me is a bit strange. I am definitely an autumn type of guy, but there is something happy/nostalgic about this past summer (visiting family/hometown I think), that makes me wish it would linger on a bit longer. This poem is a perfect summer poem for me too, and maybe this is the reason I wish summer to hang around a bit longer π
Wishing you a perfect weekend Audrey!
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I adore the seasons of cooler temps, whether they bring the freshness of what may be or allow us to snuggle in to what we want to hold on to…Spring and Autumn will always get my vote. You sound so happy, Randy. I’m glad your visit home has gone well.
May your weekend bring you moments worthy of keeping in your pocket. β‘
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Yes, the cooler autumn temps kind of snap us back to reality. As for my happiness, ha, ha… reminds me of one of my favorite quotes of Jonh Milton: The mind is its own place and in itself, can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
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Maybe you could share your favorite quote from Mr. Milton with me, Dalo…
I like it. A lot.
So is your lesson on overcoming our ridiculous minds? I adore learning from you.
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May your wish come true.
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This poem I wrote a few years ago. Missed then and it seems far too late. Thank you, Ben
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Who is to say what is or is not too late? The reverberations can still be felt and thus are not yet fully dead.
“If I knew the way
I would take you there”
– Robert Hunter
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The placement of that quote, in and of itself, is what romance feeds upon, Sir. I thank you for that feeling.
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Could you please post a map to this seductive cove?
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Giggle. When have you ever known me to be so open and forthcoming…? Teasing you right then made me laugh out loud. Sighs..if only she weren’t such a clam.
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This is steamy
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Mr. Cake. You do know how to make a woman blush. My apologies for my absence. Thank you for reading.
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Unintentional of course. That is no problem, though I trust you will catch up shortly.
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I shall
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I will look forward to it.
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Kind of you to say. I always enjoy my time with you.
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Reblogged this on Under Construction β¦.
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Thank you, Susan
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Love β€οΈ
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I appreciate that, Ms. Owl β‘
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Of course you would – so would everyone! Sensuous poem.
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So it seems, my dear. Thank you β‘
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Delightful, Audrey. It certainly speaks of good feelings.
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Certainly does, Dan. Thank you..
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I would echo what John W. Howell said in his comment.
(Whew! This is GOOD! π )
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Aw. Thank you, my sweetest friend. Glad you enjoyed.
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I think we would all like to feel that way again, Audrey.
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Humans are more alike than we give them credit for some days. Thank you for reading, John.
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Lovely tale of young love, Audrey. Such innocence! Happy weekend ahead, my friend.
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Thank you, Debbie. My apologies for such a late reaponse.
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