Saturday, December 1, 2012

What I miss...




dVerse Poets Pub

Already -

I go barefoot in a downpour 
      so don't miss that -
Once I knew how to catch a wave - 
ride it in 
and how I'd like to dive into a warm pile of
cotton sheets again, softened by 100 years 
of washing -
 dried in bright sunshine

I miss playing baseball -  in an empty field, 
with boys
ringing doorbells on May Day with 
my friend, Laura -
I used to love to skip
in a meadow green - picking it's daisies, 
play make believe,
and, without caution, 
leap on my horse - and ride away 


I miss the tickle  of  
my Grandpa's whiskers,
Mom's cool hands on my forehead,
    feeling for a temp
I miss being gloriously serenaded 
by my two vying male 
yellow canaries - Carlos,  Ricky, 
changing diapers, babies laughing

I miss falling in love,
wearing a dusty pink lace veil
with satin trim o'er my brow -
Perhaps someday I will again,
with someone I've yet 
to meet - 
someone who will dance me 'round the
dance floor all night long,
strong arm guiding\my lower back -
     I miss my youth..
             ..I would say

Yet another 25 years is a whole lifetime, isn't it?  We are writing about "missing something" today at dversepoets.com hard for me to decide on just one thing..nothing 'profound' here ;)


35 comments:

  1. smiles...i some ways i do...there are plenty of the days i would not want to relive...but there are plenty i would...i like the ones you captured...the texture...grampas whiskers...the two vying suitors....cool bits...smiles.

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    1. love texture all right ;) thanks..

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    2. hope you are well...just popping through to make sure i had not missed anything....hope the week is going well for you...

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  2. Ah, yes...I empathize with missing one's youth. And yes, ringing doorbells on May Day. I wonder if kids even pay much attention to May Day anymore.

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  3. Though I've never heard your voice or anyone recite this, I hear this piece when I read it. Nice pauses and breaks along with the images. So many golden moments. Makes me miss my youth. Well done!

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    1. ..sometime I will try the voice but I'm glad you heard it anyway..thank you.

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  4. Very lovely images. Beautiful poem. My favourites the two yellow canaries Carlos and Ricky LOL and jumping into piles of washing.I was inspired to try that this afternoon but unfortunately I would probably break every bone in my body:)

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    1. ..I am glad you did not ;)..thanks..

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  5. So much to miss but it does all come down to missing your youth...I miss the courage I had... keep trying to get that back...enjoyed your poem, wonderfully vivid.

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    1. ..you are correct..hadn't thought of that..thank you..

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  6. lovely memories...love all the little touches, the fun moments, the serious moments, the emotions you weave in.. and so hope you find that someone soon that will dance you round the dance floor all night long...

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    1. Thank you...am not in a hurry..just saying

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  7. Our house is suddenly fill with 20 year olds as my son and his friends return from university and start to find work and a career. From our lofty age of nearly 60 we have to admire and smile at what they do and think as trials!

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    1. ...their conversations must be interesting to say the least..;)

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    1. ..I guess I am a nostalgic person ;)..thanks

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  9. Amazing collection of memories ... very beautiful !!!

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  10. beautiful poem.. so full of nostalgia....and universal too...hitting upon some themes that we can all relate to...missing being a child, missing the innocence, missing the adrenaline of falling in love...ahhh yes- im there with you...really enjoyed this..stu mcp

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  11. Well, I hope you get some dancing in, even today! A very sweet poem. I especially liked the sheets - there is kind of a stiffness, yet softness, yet damp cool, yet dry freshness to sheets like that - I could really picture them as I read. k.

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    1. right....nothing to keep me from doing it is there? ;) thank you..

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  12. Awww... I smiled at reading how your miss your grandpa's whiskers tickle.
    So many things to reminisce over here. I hope you still dance, even if it's only in your living room sometimes :)

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    1. ...I'll have to move some furniture around!

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  13. Lovely, floaty images make this immediate and poignant--I'd say you nailed the prompt.

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    1. ..thank you for your esteemed comments;)

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  14. Very sweet...I love all these things that you miss too. Sigh..Mom's cool hand on the forehead...so many times. A sign of love, right?

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  15. Lovely! Beautiful sense of nostalgia in this!

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  16. This was fun to read and brought back some memories of my own. It's so nice to remember the good things.

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  17. what do you mean 'nothing profound'!? you miss the richness of your past life, that made who you are. simple words but a deeply profound story behind them. I also miss falling in love (but this time I want to be really loved too).. this is our second Christmas, I'm happy our lives met :) xxo

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    1. It was serendipitous to meet you in that first creativity class of Vicky's ;) I like the progress you are making, Ana, and thank you for your always sweet comments. xo

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  18. I agree, lovely memories your words bought back

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