Summer Nostalgia

Summer Nostalgia

A Poem by Molly

Thoughts 
Tumble like kittens on the hard wood floor 
As lyrics from those 
Songs we would listen to 
when the sun was hot and the sand was 
hotter 
Would float through my headphones... 

We frolicked at night. 
Like monsters 
With our nocturnal eyes. 
And the energy 
As we ran, 
Like the wind rolling over the waves 
Under the moonlight. 

Legs tangled 
In the back seat 
And clothes
Knotted on the floor
Creating sparks
Like the light
from a firework that
blinds its audience.

And our tongues 
And touch 
And passion 
Were as hot as that sun 
And that sand,
So I was branded by the memories 
For times like tonight 

When the wind is cold 
And the people colder. 
Those lyrics help the thoughts flow 
Like vocal remedies into 
My aching head. 

© 2013 Molly


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TLK
I like the hot / hotter and cold /colder parallel. This is a real burst of personal sunshine, and speaks of those bubbles of better times that we all carry within us, when we want to breath the fresh scent of something other than the endless monotony of now.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

jkhatz

11 Years Ago

"Breath the fresh scent..." Is that like chewing up copious amounts of Altoids and breathing on fogg.. read more
TLK

11 Years Ago

Both yes, and also, no.



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and oh how cold the people can be, Thank God for memory.
You drew a very brilliant connection between the senses on this poem; The Sand on feet the wide eyes of creatures of the night, tumbling kittens! thats a great line almost wished you'd saved the Kittens for the end or something. It's cute and fun and warm and then you froze the air with that last stanza! Chiller Killer. Good Write!

Posted 11 Years Ago


I remember seeing little kittens playing on a polished hardwood floor. They're always slipping and sliding around, bouncing into things as their savanna genes overtake common sense during a charge-and-pounce. Thoughts can be like that so you have a good simile in that first word and line. The segue from that into "thoughts ...as lyrics" is, however, a struggle for me. It seems a harsh disconnect between conceptual environments. The tactile imagery offends the sensibilities; not greatly mind you but there is a certain degree of discontinuity when the reader must jump from a general to a writer-specific experiential moment.

As writers, we tend to make assumptions about our readership and their ability to generate a shared context. Without this there can be little in the way of communication. For example, I do not have the experience, personally, of frolicking like a monster at night but I do have enough experience with banging about in the night that I can imagine this. But, what embellishment to this does the wind over waves in moonlight confer upon the action? Now, I'm seeing monsters on the beach in the moonlight and then... legs, tangled in the backseat (of a car perhaps?). Is this a setup for a Sci-Fi thriller? I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be a mood setup (cue music) where the camera (mind's eye) draws back from the monters-beach scene to zoom-in on the activity in the back seat but... it's yet another conceptual disconnect. For me at least.

The stanza of tongues-touch-passion-hot-sun-sand-memories and the branding that prepared the writer (the voice) for those hard times, when the wind is cold and people are distant and aloof (colder); these things still seem to be in aural mode - the lyric sensibility that utters its complaint in the last line - all conspire to muddy both the picture and the heartfelt message.

I've no doubt there was something to be said here. It was said but the picture seems undeveloped. A few more seconds in the processing vat would likely bring out a more favorable contrast so that we may better see the beautiful outlines and contours of shading, the subtle nuance of emotion that it yearns so desperately to portray.

P.S. From your profile, I see you write only to capture moments of your life and what you experience. The comments above are only about the poem, not your life or reasons for writing.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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I loved this very much it flowed very well and has great imagery. Good job!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

jkhatz

11 Years Ago

I couldn't agree more, TLK.
jkhatz

11 Years Ago

But, wait, that's because we're the same person. I love agreeing with myself.
TLK

11 Years Ago

If we are the same person then the logout button on our accounts is getting a strenuous workout.
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TLK
I like the hot / hotter and cold /colder parallel. This is a real burst of personal sunshine, and speaks of those bubbles of better times that we all carry within us, when we want to breath the fresh scent of something other than the endless monotony of now.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

jkhatz

11 Years Ago

"Breath the fresh scent..." Is that like chewing up copious amounts of Altoids and breathing on fogg.. read more
TLK

11 Years Ago

Both yes, and also, no.

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