She sleepwalks in her gossamer gown, while daydreaming of her once paramour. He sailed away never to be seen again beneath the stretch of the skys raceway. They met under the mulberry tree, a sweet blackberry rendezvous. In the shadows, she lingers wishing for those days of tic tac toe freckles and pigtails and blueberry muffins and butterfly kisses.
She didnt have a chance to say good bye because her tears would have flowed like the Mississippi river flowing into the backyard of another day.
She sleepwalks in the skeleton shadows of the night while in the sheerness and mist and the rainbow of the fog. Stepping through the Spanish moss; tripping over the garden snakes and the frogs yet to be a prince; and she remembers his little scar from here to China upon his chin and his cigarette hanging from his thin lips,down to the crocodile on his brass buckle.
and the love they once shared walking along the path where the goldfish pond used to be; where they used to skinny dip with their clothes on.
She awakened from her dream; still wearing her orange high heels, and does not remember the night before but the scent of a blackberry breeze, lingers near the back door of the 57 Chevy.
each lost the sun
and the new moon's darkness
hid the eyes,
hid the eyes...
I felt each heartbeat
then
and now - yet again
each heavy beat brings
memories of what it is -
to dream
to wish on falling stars
to want ...love
...still.
Chris
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
Lovely poem and response from you this Saturday night...and thanks for peeking in as always Chris:)
Oh, wow! The melancholy reminiscing in this poem is spectacular. Phrases like "a sweet blackberry rendezvous" and "tic tac toe freckles" conjure such intricate images! Poignant words and so very romantic. Heavy sigh! Lydi**
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
Thank you so much Lydi...a little different for me but fun to write...Rose:)
so well written...love the "57 chevy...the coolest care ever made..
i like "skinny dipping with their clothes on"
"tears would have flowed like the mississippi"
such incredible images...
when relationships are torn apart by distance, death or just die out...there is that need to reflect, to reminisce of the old days..and wish we could go back there.
love this poem
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
Thank you Jacob...glad you like this piece...a fun write...Rose:)
A nice stream of consciousness style. I enjoyed the tone and flow of your poetry, and the mystery of the orange pumps adds much dreaming room to your poem. I came away entranced. This poem was written with a lot of flair!
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
Thank you Joyce...and thank your for taking time to read tonight...Rose:)
I love this one Rose, such sweet reverie, I couldn't imagine where you were going when I read the title, very unique, love all the fruity references, a favorite of mine!
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
Thanks Frieda I wasn't sure where I was going either ha...happy you liked it though...Rose
Wow that was an amazing adventure Rose. I was completely caught and up not realizing is was still in her dream. Very descriptive and creative my friend.
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
Thank you so much Jack...and thank you for reading this silly little piece ha...:)
ahhhhh! the beloved '57 Chevy and the Mississippi.....where the fanciful meets the blacktop...enjoyed your story....orange high heels ...interesting :)
E.
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
thank you E...don't know where orange heels came from ha...Rose
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