Monday 9 July 2012
Summer memories
Do you remember the creek behind our homes
where laughter pelted the guavas and star apples,
ripe and crunchy in our mouths and billowed bellies,
throwing stones at frogs croaking in summer heat
Do you remember the road trip we gifted us:
golden silence and magical windows we drew,
on coconut palms we traced our golden future,
gazing at the sky, endless and blue as your eyes
Do you remember the garden blooms you plucked,
the last day we exchanged promises, kisses deep
now withered red, like yesterday's harvest grapes
bottled in wine cellar, labelled memories to keep
That time is like white sandbar in Pacific Ocean,
which appears and disappears in the sea foam,
we wade to go there, where nothing is waiting,
yet find that everything is waiting,
waiting for us
Posted for : OpenLinkNight of Real Toads and D'verse Poets Pub
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i dont know why your page keeps eating my comments....any way...
ReplyDeletei love the closure on this...the nothing waiting and still finding everything...really like how it brings us out of the memories and into now....some nice memories though as well...both the good and bad have led to this point too..
I don't know why as my blog is word verification free ~
DeleteThanks for the visit and lovely words Brian ~
Sexy, sensual. Lovely memories :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Bren for the visit and compliments ~
DeleteReflective, sensual...and what a sad ending!
ReplyDeleteI didn't mean it to be sad ~ Thanks Mary ~
DeleteTo find such memories and then be at a loss, the flip of the coin leads us to where we are.
ReplyDeleteThanks Pat for the visit ~
DeleteMemories bring back the feelings of oneness, the feeling of wanting to be together. Glad that it's still there waiting hot and cold "where nothing is waiting,yet find that everything is waiting," Wonderful verse, Heaven!
ReplyDeleteHank
Yes, its a hopeful write ~ Thanks for the kind words Hank ~
DeleteA very sentimental write with just a bit of a bittersweet hint to it, wonderfully done!
ReplyDeleteI love when you write about fruit, billowed bellies, the word plucked and kisses like wine in the wine cellar.
ReplyDeletebillowed bellies is lovely, but my favorite was the third stanza!
ReplyDeletewhat a lovely trip. I didn't find the ending sad at all, but as the last perfect apple on the tree waiting to be picked if only we dare the branches.
ReplyDeleteand yes, i too, remember
~rick
The sensuality of lines like this: "ripe and crunchy in our mouths and billowed bellies" is very visceral, very effective.
ReplyDeleteserene. sensuous and soothing. excellent poem.
ReplyDeleteSand bars that appear/disappear are like our days - each one to be written on for the first time...but the sea holds the memories of them all...
ReplyDeleteI like the story-telling approach you took to this nostalgic poem and the way you used foodstuffs to bring the memories to life.
ReplyDeletewhere laughter pelted the guavas and star apples,
ripe and crunchy in our mouths and billowed bellies...
of course I remember....
ReplyDeleteA marvelous way to peal back the layers for the core of the fruit ever waiting for your presence, together.
ReplyDeleteamazing flow and enjoyable piece of writing!
ReplyDeleteSo many gorgeous lines, Grace. This is one of my favorite of yours!
ReplyDeleteso many wonderful layers to this piece.
ReplyDeleteevery time you peel one away, there's a
better one waiting...to be touched.
xo
As always, smooth and sensuous...
ReplyDeletePeace and love
1ManView
I am glad that memories are a large part of the sum of my life...because likely as not, I remember the good, and have
ReplyDeletesomehow lost or forgotten the bad (after making amends and
changing, that is).
Much of life must have been spectacular...
because it has brought me/us to this place
of continuous learning, doing, being, loving
LIVING!
Thanks for allowing me these thoughts to write here.
HEAVEN! PEACE!
Steve
I sigh after reading this. Memories are good, or not, and life continues within nothing at times. Yet, love can live on and cradle the relationship. I love how you infuse such love and romance into your writing.
ReplyDeleteNostalgia, but not too much, sadness, but not too much, lovely images and phrases, plenty, and poem, beautiful. Enjoyed this vignette much, Heaven.
ReplyDeletethanks for sharing your summer memories with us...love the apples and frogs..and road trip do certainly have their own kind of magic as well..
ReplyDeleteOh hell yeah...I remember...lol. This has so many romantic visuals, it left me a little addled. That last stanza is a powerhouse. Heavy sigh....I am ready for a romantic vacation again.
ReplyDeleteAlways look forward to reading your work now...not to mention the "feelthy peectures" as a bonus!
ReplyDeleteLulling as the sea. Loved this line: "where laughter pelted the guavas and star apples"
ReplyDelete~Shawna
Not only did you bring me to my favorite place, the beach, but with the journey you brought hope. As always, thank you Heaven!
ReplyDelete"where laughter pelted the guavas and star apples" LOVE this... a lovely start for another Heaven-ly poem!
ReplyDeleteA beautiful write from start to finish. The feel of it carries the reader along. Very nice!
ReplyDeletethis really drew me in... and that ending, love the way it opens it all back up, the past, the present, becoming the future.
ReplyDeleteI love the sense of creeping reality in this, especially since it exceeds nostalgic expectations in the end. Good one, Grace.
ReplyDeleteWading into the expectation and memories at once - well=conveyed. k.
ReplyDeleteA luscious and sensual memory...like eating a piece of fruit...and wanting another...yet nothing left but the memory...sweeter almost than the reality. Lovely write!
ReplyDeleteAhh we both have love on our minds... enjoyed te read :)
ReplyDeleteEvocative and gently sensuous. Life affirming at the end too. Loved it!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful & sensuous poetry...*sigh* Lovely :)
ReplyDeleteThis is such a delicate piece. I love that the memory is full of shape and scent and texture. Luscious and full of hope.
ReplyDeleteYour love poems are so personal, so full of your own imagery and those images give rise to your own poetic symbols. The ocean, the palms, the fruit, and the colors enhance and explore the mysteries and give depth and wonder to your subject. Very well explored indeed!
ReplyDeleteA dreamy piece...moving and fully romantic. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteFun loving memories and romantic words. This is a beautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteAh, I feel like I've intruded on a scene that's so intensely personal, meant only for a secret exchange.
ReplyDeleteYou crawled inside and left these words to smolder in there intensity sensual and enjoyable
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful - and very dense.
ReplyDeleteAte it like a mango.
Mmm.... Dreamy
ReplyDeleteWe all should have such a place waiting for us
And memories to guide us
Rick