BLOWN

We met in the icy waters of a

blue lake one hot day in July.

In that bright afternoon we

splashed and grew close in the

dark under someone's raft.

An hour later we climbed

onto the grassy bank and

walked out on that oak

the wind had laid down

over the trout and

flash of minnows.There, 

the sun turned your

blue skin pink.

In our leafy universe,

I thought you told me everything.

Next morning, we hiked our

translucent path to the bright

yellow tree that grew halfway

up our hill like a lighthouse.

The cool Wisconsin evenings

gave us popcorn and hot chocolate

in front of the fire, so we were

anchored alea of the storms and

through all the places we had to go…

school, and kids, and jobs,

but you never let on until

the hidden things lifted

their sails in a chill wind

and took you away.

Copyright

Vol Lindsey

9/17/2009

Reviews

[FGFRANKLIN]

This has such a dreamy reminiscence quality to it. It's like being inside the poem, bravo on that effect as it's a difficult thing to attain. The ending almost leaves the reader in tears. Really great writing here!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is so sad at the end, especially difficult because the early part of the poem demonstrates
the closeness the speaker felt for her. And she was gone much too young.
j.

[Lorry]

The best ones always follow the breeze, leaving you with a memory of an almost.
And I thought it was only us Scott's that we're pale blue!
We start off that colour and it takes us a fortnight of sunbathing to get to white! 😊

[Vol]

Hahaha! Barbara was classic German, Norwegian... blond and sun-sensitive... We met when she was a skinny young thing and white enough to glow in the darkest room.