A Special Place -- Weekly Scribblings
Place(s) special to me; I was asked to tell
Across the nation, all fifty states
Across the seas we saw
Six continents we walked
Antarctica was near
Arctic Circle yes
But my mind returned
From those far away
My mind came back
Back to one evening
To one special place
Now nine hundred miles away
And more time ago than I tell
Beside a garage in an alley
The alley's driveway
Deep in the suburbs
I was about nineteen
Or a little less
She was about the same
Halloween rocks younger
adults would throw
Judge who was mean to us young
Garage windows break
Car lights were off
She got out
Then came back
Girls I didn't understand
In all their ways
We stayed long
Don't remember how much time
We left it like it was
Nothing thrown
No cans, bottles or rocks
The garage and alley
I will always remember
My dear friend as well
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(She loaned me her downtown apartment one Thanksgiving weekend when I was staying in town. I've lost track of her now, neither google nor facebook know whereabouts either.)
(This was in Lincoln, Nebraska, I had dropped out of college after a year and a half, three semesters. My life, sleeping in rented rooms, became a job in the watch factory and two other part time ones, a nice two-year-old car hopped up to very fast, a race car driver friend who asked me to be in his pit crew and lots of friends.)
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The garage now?
Is it still there?
I don't know I don't care
Does she remember
The place the time
To me that special place,
Was it special to her?
Does she still remember too
Does she remember me
Was that place ever special to her
I hope it was
I hope she does
I hope she remembers me
I hope, if she's still alive
I come to her mind
and
that first time we were there
first time we dated
All this was special to me
There . . .
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- Poem and Photos Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Rosemary as she was hosting this week's Pantry Party #68 , https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/05/weekly-scribblings-68-where-are-you.html?m=1
- In her instructions Rosemary asked us to describe or tell about a place or places very special to us. This one is super special to me.
Labels: First times, Jim's Life, Love Story, Places, Poem, Weekly Scribbling 21
posted by Jim @ 5/04/2021 11:15:00 PM
12 comments
12 Comments:
A special place indeed. I like to think she would have remembered too.
You’ve travelled so far and wide, Jim, it must have been hard to choose one special place. I like the way you describe yours as ‘Now nine hundred miles away / And more time ago than I tell’, and that it seems such an ordinary place but holds such strong memories. I wonder if she remembers too.
What a great reminiscence Jim.
Sad that you've lost touch. My guess is that moment in time was as special to her as to you and, wherever she is, she holds it in her memory as well.
Fun times to be sure, I'm so sorry you lost touch over the years.
I bet she remembers, too... I think that when something shared touches us deeply, the memory marks everyone involved.
This is threaded with great memories. Good vivid details Jim.
Nice one Jim. Happy Wednesday
much❤love
Oh, our wonderful memories. I hope she remembers, too.
Poignant memory of a place committed to poetry. Thanks for this precious read, Jim!
Both travelogue and personal journey / diary ~~~ well done Mr. Jim.
Pray tell, what does OBE mean? I am feeling woefully inadequate.
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