we were only ten
but it was our tradition
to act love struck
in the early spring.
he would walk me home
from that stout brick church
not saying a word
only grinning
and blushing
like the breast
of a robin.
i would giggle:
m-i-s-s-i-s-s-i-p-p-i!
while splashing through
the creeks
that wove the cement walk
into a tapestry of new life.
beneath
the daisy sun
we walked slowly
singing songs
from music class
and searching
for the first
green
blossoms.
i would point out
how the armies of
snowmen
melted into
unidentified soldiers.
and he’d tell me stories
of how my face does not bloom
in his home back in alaska
and that’s why
minnesota sprintime
shines in such
delicate gold.
after a long day
of religion classes
we finally believed
in a God
who made the seasons
and a God
who gave us love.
Author notes
Hopefully this is what you were looking for.
A memory.
peace to all ~flight
A contest entry
- image + ary = imagery. [1 day] by Ryno.
300 points, ended March 24, 2008, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
honesty
Comments
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sprintime >> springtime, in second last stanza?
And yes, it is defiantly up there with what I am looked for, your descriptive went really well; they were not based on adjectives, pronouns, etc but they were creatively phrased and narrative to not only tell a story, but show us the story.
I loved the last stanza and the strong feelings of love, hoping and what will last in here... truly, this has some stunning and beautiful parts to it here.
Thank-you for the entry
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Thanks, yeah...I'm suprised I didn't catch that
spelling error, oh well, thanks for pointing that out!!
And thanks for the HM
peace to all ~flight
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