Rockaway Summer

ROCKAWAY SUMMER

 

Every Wednesday through the summer

the barge would anchor offshore

ready for the fireworks display

beginning exactly at ten.

The neighbors walked to the wall

separating street and sand

to “ooh” and “ahh”

as star shells erupted over the ocean

casting flaming waterfalls against the blue-black sky

and rose petals of blue and green and red

above the surf.

Near the gently breaking waves

we lay upon a blanket

sharing an Italian Ice made gritty by windblown sand.

With cherry sweet lips,

and fearful, inexperienced tongues

we held each other tight,

until the last flaming ember

fell fading to the sea.

The finale coming much too soon.

 

 

Author's Note

Thanks for reading. All constructive criticism and/or rude noises are appreciated.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like all the fireworks of the passion between the two lovers backdropped by actual fireworks going off...and the innocence lost as the two explore their sexual sides...and engage in a learning experience that sets off more fireworks...and probably several surprising feelings not felt before.

[SteveB]

Thank you so much. I appreciate the read and the review.

[Rogue]

A trip through your memories.. 4th of July heated evening and fireworks..

Thank you for sharing it. It had a lovely nostalgia about it. :)

[john alan willox]

i love fireworks - and blankets - and women with cherry sweet lips - your images have made an old man happy.Thanks.

[SteveB]

And recalling them took some of the salt out of my hair. Thank you for your kindness.

[Angi]

Fireworks are a beautiful thing. On Wednesday nights off the barge and on soft blankets with cherry flavored lips to savor. Love this, Steve! Angi~

[SteveB]

Thank you Angi.

[Quill~]

awww sweet love! The romantic summer is even sweeter with cherry flavored lips. An experience, (the first of everything), which will never be forgotten. Lovely... fireworks indeed!

[SteveB]

As always, thank you for your kindness Quill

[Stefon Napier]

I like. Honest,sincere poem with a great title by the way. The kind of poem that belongs on a wall so that you can smile at it every time you walk past. It has great visuals and a serene quality to it.Great Work

[SteveB]

Thank you so very much Stefon.

[Sami Khalil]

"sharing an Italian Ice made gritty by windblown sand.
With cherry sweet lips,
and fearful, inexperienced tongues
we held each other tight,
until the last flaming ember
fell fading to the sea."
You are a master of descriptive events and experiences...Well penned...:)

[SteveB]

Thank you Sami.

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...:)

[quinfinn]

i am reminded of the many summers i spent at events like this...it used to crack me up to hear all the "oohs" and "ahhs" and listen to the enthusiasm of the many children who were in fantasy heaven...4th of July, Harborfest, and so many other venues used to bring the huge fireworks displays to the Hampton Roads area of southeasten VA. it is because you penned this so well that i was able to relive those memories. well done and thank you.

[SteveB]

Thank yo uso much. I truly apreciate your kind words even if I sometimes wonder if my writing deserves them.

[Frieda P]

Ahh young love and fireworks at the beach, don't we all have memories of those kind of days? Especially nice 'down the shore' as we say...good read Steve. Now I want an Italian lemon ice...thanks.

[SteveB]

Get it soon before the next storm comes this weekend. Thanks for the read.

[SyberRose]

So exciting is young love and love in general...I enjoyed the ending as well as the while poem Steve:)

[SteveB]

Thank you so much Rose. I appreciate the kindness.

[SyberRose]

Congratulations on the contest win:)

[SteveB]

Thanks Rose