We spun through pillow fights, hysterical laughter,
dancing “I love you's” on daisy petals.
You and I caught in the joy between
echoes of wind chimes. We are richer and wiser
than that crazy morning I discovered you laughing
in the rear view mirror of my red ‘67 ‘stang, blowing kisses
onto the pages of my high school yearbook. We lasted
through years and ridden into dreams, so we can
look back at our wedding photos feeding each other cake
chocolate truffles and kisses. Time, a spinning gold coin
reflects touches, children and magic; boxes once empty
now hidden in attics full of our memories. We have
seen CD’s replace the vinyl albums of our youth.
Our love is a rich as E.B. Browning’s poetry, equally timeless.
I can, still, chase you, in gales of laughter, in stocking feet
through our house by the sea. Like a rock’n’ roll memory
Beatles to Stones, Springsteen to Led Zeppelin, to lazy beach
mornings with Billy Joel. . . Snuggled amongst sand dunes
seagulls and the whisper of waves, I will love you
till the last sand crab spins down his hole
after the white spume has traced its art across the sands.
In a list
A contest entry
- Quickie Scavenger Hunt 1 hour at least 50 words by poet2angels.
475 points, ended July 17, 2007, 6 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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How did I miss this reminiscence? I read the other day that such memories are echoes speaking love twice...It seems to me they speak lifetimes. This is sentimental and tugs at my heart. What a treasure to have memories like this. ~ K
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It was one of several posted at the same time. Life is a joy to be shared. We are always larger for the sharing and sharing the memories opens the hearts of others to share in the joy.
~ Tom B.
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this is so completely beautiful. wow. so so so so beautiful tomisb. so beautiful.
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So this one got through. You can have all of this you know. It is just a matter of doing the right work.
Why waste effort. The other part is surrounding yourself with good vibrant people who live a honest and strong life. Love, Tom B.
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ahhhh..well done ~T...the use of all the words and you spun this into an inspirational love tale..You had fun with your loved one..and those are the things we foregt that you took the risk of being silly...chasing her in her stocking feet...and made everlasting joyful memories..love the way you made this a happy poem...well done...meet you in the dunes...
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JG the joy of dreams are better when composed from memories.
The joy will be just to meet you someday where ever that may be
Love, Tom B.
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lol..Excellent write..This was just a joy to read..
You have painted such a lovely picture..
Full of love and tender moments..both of past and present..A joy to read such a beautiful write..
Best wishes with this entry..
Peace
~A~
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Thanks. I stole the pillow fight to open this one. It felt like a perfect entrance. The rest wrote itself. Love, Tom B.
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"blowing kisses
onto the pages of my high school yearbook."
Damn, that's the best line I've read in a while,
this is excellent!!!
So creative and fun....
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She made it a hell of a scavenger hunt. The Led Zeppelin CD was the tricky one. I loved playing with the high school year book. Don't you remember all the crazy romantic so very, very important, to die for, things that were said on their pages. Glad you loved that line.
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I loved this contest, it was so fun playing with the items...lol...I totally know what you mean...LOL...I read my yearbooks and want to hide them from my daughter
I loved all the lines in this...just an excellent poem...but yes..that one stood out for me
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this is excellent!
I love the metaphor and the romance i every line...I adore the ending..
You made me smile with this beautiful penning...TY!
Lynda
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Well you grabbed this contest and ran with it! Excellent penning, your emotions always reaching the reader (me..he he) and pulling me into your emotional world
lovely work poet ~tia
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I could only make sense of her scavanger hunt this way. I am glad you hugged this too you and danced with it. You know, as well as I, the value of our memories. Love, Tom B.
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beautiful... a rather intimate
portrait into which the reader is invited, but you've made it welcoming, and warm, and comfortable and the love you describe is inspiring, as is your description of it...
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We create our meaning and we give ourselves the fruits of our belief in what is possible, bitter or sweet. I have Faith that my passion and love can overcome the sad times by the strength of my joy in the good. Love Tom B.
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Only you could describe the magic of a marriage and make it more wonderful than it is, or ever could hope to be, but then again not everyone is lucky enough to be married to someone who sees the joy and writes it down. Love, C
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It is not more wonderful. It is totally possible. Do you want to add up your marriage based on how it didn't turn out the way you thought it was supposed to. like you really know what suppose to is. Or do you want to celebrate it by all the wonder and joy you were willing to discover in it? Your choice.
Love, Tom B.
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HERE ARE THE ITEMS ON YOUR LIST:
daisy petals
an old wedding photograph
empty box
wind chimes
a gold coin
an Elizabeth Barrett Browning poem
a Led Zeppelin CD (Houses Of The Houses)
chocolate truffles
67'Mustang rear view mirror
a high school yearbook
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