I love poetry and, in my youth, I was quite prolific. I wrote these poems during the time I was taking a creative writing class with Rick. These poems can each stand on their own. But, they do have a back story.
The first one is about the time Rick and I skipped out of class. You can read about it in my story, The Road Taken: Running. You’ll learn the story behind the second one by reading, The Road Taken: Strawberries on a Blue Plate. Enjoy!
One Wild Night
We tore off our mittens, stashed them away,
Pressed our hands together and ran down the street:
The chilling night swirling on our knuckles,
Spinning fantasies on our souls,
A man with a saxophone,
Hot sounds in the icy wind,
Made you laugh and I almost told you then,
But it was all so perfect, so rare,
Rubbing our hands together, my tingling fingers reached for yours,
You laughed some more as I leaned closer,
Thinking we were two crazy people on a wild night,
Out for a good time,
Rites of Summer
I remember the strawberries,
Oh, God they were good!
On that long-ago day by the Hudson,
Where we sat on a hill,
Sharing a brief moment,
Longing it to last forever,
Feeling that it could,
A quite breeze,
Your soft laughter,
Your folded hands,
All seemed so golden, so serene.
Summer reflecting on the blue plate between us,
Dusted with breakfast crumbs, morning jam,
You leaned closer,
Reaching for a strawberry,
The last one,
I whispered something,
Perhaps a dream?
I watched the strawberry
Slip through your parted lips.
Missed a chapter? Read past installments, by visiting the page, The Road Taken.