Road To Forever

Road To Forever

A Poem by Creepy Swine Guy
"

Some moments stay with you.

"
Days turn into weeks,
Weeks into months,
And months into years.
Despite my desperate clutching,
The memories drop
One by one, from my grasp.
Yet, some cling solidly to
This wretched old soul.

The day that the sun-warmed,
Lilac-scented, May air blew
Through the open
Windows of my car
It blew through the few golden
Strands that escaped the sexy pony-tail
Hanging from beneath your Yankee cap.
Never did I imagine that a Yankee
Cap could look so wonderful.

Tan legs, stretched leisurely onto
The dashboard and the edge of
The open window, stole my glance
From the road, where it belonged.
How can such a short girl
Have such long legs?

I pondered silently.

Enormous brown eyes and a
Smile to tempt the tempter.
Made me wish that that road
Could stretch into forever.
 
Perhaps ... just perhaps ... it has.

© 2012 Creepy Swine Guy


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This is great. My favourite sentence is "Enormous brown eyes and a
Smile to tempt the tempter." A smile to tempt the tempter....I just love that because it's so honest. The feeling of having memories fade is truly helpless and awful, and you've captured it well, with a bittersweet undertone. It's very lovely.


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Precious Memories nicely documented.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

perhaps...just perhaps... wonderful, loved it

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Whimsical and wonderful. I love the laid back imagery. "It blew through the few golden Strands that escaped the sexy pony-tail" - the little things that we notice and keep with us. I really loved this.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is awesome! It starts out sad with memories dropping and leaves me with a feel good. I remember the love after reading your lovely poem.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wonderful write. So much life can be lived through one single memory. Oh, if only time would stand still for a moment more.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Loving the nostalgic feel to this one, a very good write. Kudos :-)

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Oh what a lovely nostalgic piece. Truly an outstanding poem. Well done! ~ Helena

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This spoke about encounters, experiences---life itself! Who wouldn't wish to go far beyond the limit? But, nothing could last forever. Perhaps, if we had forever, we wouldn't appreciate every pace we took. Great piece of literature!

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is great. My favourite sentence is "Enormous brown eyes and a
Smile to tempt the tempter." A smile to tempt the tempter....I just love that because it's so honest. The feeling of having memories fade is truly helpless and awful, and you've captured it well, with a bittersweet undertone. It's very lovely.


Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

ah...yes...perhaps it has. You have captured a moment in time. A lovely moment at that. Wonderful.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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