Left in the spring

Listening to Sharon Jones & The Dapkings... inspired.

I left my island love in the spring
abandoned on the number 19 bus
just a hope and dream
away from cold relief
it was never really enough

swiped some dirty moonshine
a pack of Lucky Strike'
papa never ever woke in time
it was the only way
to survive the night
an amber bedtime lullaby
there was a groovin & shakin
hustlin' players and breaking
even; always breaking even

I went back again in the spring
my own car now, 19 was a bust
I traded moonshine for fine wine
learned to flip life on a dime
false smiles making fairytales
there was a groovin & shakin
hustlin' herself and breaking
promises; always breaking promises.

Reviews

[SmileBig :)]

i love this!! absolutely beautiful, true poem. flowed nicely.

[Island Hippy]

Mahalo, I appreciate your lovely comment. Izzy

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Aloha Izzy ohana! I love the music and rhythm of your poems. A journey on a bus, and through time...so original! Some things change and some remain the same. "Hustlin', groovin' and shakin" along. You rock girl!

[Island Hippy]

Oh mahalo :) you are so sweet my far away ohana :)

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Distance is just an illusion dear ohana Izzy. Your voice reaches me and my voice reaches you. Meant to be.

[Kesha]

I loved how you repeated the words "groovin & shakin" throughout this piece, nicely penned!

[Island Hippy]

Mahalo I appreciate your comment

[Kesha]

You're welcome!

[Lorry]

It's funny how we never forget when we left. The weather,the faces and places that were a constant part of our lives and all the little things that linger in the mind, long after we have changed venues and perspectives.
This has a very loose and free feel to it, like all it took was to pack a bag and buy a ticket somewhere, but between all those lines are the thoughts that made you change and branch out, looking for freedom and adventure. It is a feeling I know well. There is nothing better than deciding over your morning coffee to grab a bag and head for the hills. Good for you for having the bravery to see that there is more to the world than our own back yards. And now that spring has sprung, those thoughts of home come rushing back, reminding us also that roots grow deep and will always call us back, one more time.
Love the breaking even and breaking promises lines, at least breaking even ain't losing :)

[Island Hippy]

Aloha Nemo, I appreciate your thoughtful review :) if I only I was as cool as the girl in the poem...haha though she is based on me. Mahalo Nemo my friend

[Lorry]

Well hang around for n hour and I'm sure what's cool will change. Personally, I think that the attempt to stay or be cool is seriously uncool, but what do I know. Just look at how hard hipsters try to look cool by trying to look indifferent and spending a fortune to look like they are hobo's...cool is so uncool :)

[Island Hippy]

Mahalo Nemo, that's very true :)

[Lorry]

Talking of cool, it is so not cool to be a hipster here now. Schoolkids have taken to walkin behind them single file, swaggering about in exaggerated poses, ridiculing the poor fellas, especially if they are vaping. It's never funny to see someone being teased, but it kinda is :)

[Island Hippy]

Lol... I would be one of those laughing in secret and scolding myself for it.

[Lorry]

....being grateful it isn't us :)

[Dr. YumnaKay]

"I traded moonshine for fine wine
learned to flip life on a dime
false smiles making fairytales"

This has a wistful tone ... I like the soft rhythmic quality in this. Quite smooth.

[Island Hippy]

Aloha YumnaKay, Mahalo always for your time.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

noʻu ka hauʻoli, Izzy. Always a pleasure reading your works :))

[John Alexander McFadyen]

This melancholy piece is very well described. Love the line 'an amber bedtime lullaby'.

[Island Hippy]

Aloha John, I appreciate your comment and time. Mahalo. Izzy

[Abby]

Hola Izzy, i love this piece ~ feels like a movie character narration.. protagonist leaves home and returns different to a place that remains the same, yet changed by her absence alone. nice breezy writing :)
Abby

[Island Hippy]

Hola Abby, mahalo for the drop in and your kind words. Much appreciation :)

[emmajoy]

'false smiles making fairytales ~ there was a groovin & shakin ~ hustlin' herself and breaking ~
promises; always breaking promises. ' Oops maybe.. but reality holding fast.

Smiling and maybe wrongly, imagining you doing the same whilst creating this post. You've set to wmusic, set to mood and the result is how life goes.. changing, remembering, changing some more and going back to where you wre but still the same.. in a strange, more rhythmic way,, in all senses, Perhaps.

[Island Hippy]

Aloha emmajoy ku`uipo (sweetheart) mahalo nui ' a malama oe. Thank you my far away friend :) you are a sweetheart.

[emmajoy]

One day, i hope to hear those words in my dreams.. musical they are.. truly musical.. They'd be my lullaby...

[James]

Hustlin' through life, fakein' it till she makes it. This is really, really good.

[Island Hippy]

Aloha James, mahalo for your comment and time :) Izzy