Friday, January 04, 2019

A Wordy Thursday Poem

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April's apple blossoms wasting

'Twas the second weekend in May
April's apple blossoms wasting
Unpicked they'd long begun to dry
First on branches now the roadsides

He was headed this morning down
Down the mountain below the clouds
On mission he'd buy a flower
Carnation for his favored girl

They would be liked at the Spring Ball
He kicked up some browning blossoms
Better than kicking cans those hurt
Made his feet ache like she his bod

When they parted he missed her so
Walking along thinking of her
Did she hurt as well when he left
Tonight could they be light like kids

Gay with laughing light doorstep kiss
Then from her balcony smiling
Toss some remembrance of herself
Homeward kick more blooms her in mind
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2011 and 2018 respectively, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Sanaa Rizvi in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/01/get-listed-january-edition.html?m=1

 - Sanaa asked that we use at least three of the following words:  carnation; slightly;  percussion; balcony; January; deep;                 toss; heat; snow, wind; gravel; morning;           city; obvious;  pensive; bedside; bread                clouds; ache; and poems

10 Comments:

At Friday, January 04, 2019 6:29:00 AM, Blogger Sanaa Rizvi said...

This is such a sweet poem filled with nostalgia, Jim 💖 I absolutely love it! Thank you so much for participating 😊

 
At Friday, January 04, 2019 8:59:00 AM, Blogger WildChild47 said...

as Sanaa mentioned, this has the sweetness of memories and nostalgia - the blossoms that linger longer than usual, then drop fast and litter, but ah, the joy of moments when the magic still perfumes the air - how lovely it all is for it then.

 
At Friday, January 04, 2019 1:59:00 PM, Blogger Toni Spencer said...

Sweet poem Jim. Those browning blossoms. What a sad tale they tell of past love

 
At Friday, January 04, 2019 5:29:00 PM, Blogger Susie Clevenger said...

Memories, we collect them and they become as fragile as dried roses. Beautiful poem

 
At Saturday, January 05, 2019 1:43:00 AM, Blogger kaykuala said...

On mission he'd buy a flower
Carnation for his favored girl

He's not forgetting what any good guy would have done

Hank

 
At Saturday, January 05, 2019 6:37:00 AM, Blogger Magaly Guerrero said...

Partings tend to be tough on everyone, even when things end with blossoms...

 
At Saturday, January 05, 2019 10:33:00 AM, Blogger brudberg said...

This bring back memories from the past... I wonder what could have happened if we had said the right thing....

 
At Sunday, January 06, 2019 7:44:00 PM, Blogger Sara McNulty said...

This is lovely, Jim. I love the idea of tossing remembrances of herself.

 
At Monday, January 07, 2019 8:16:00 AM, Blogger Helen said...

I enjoyed your story poem, have a great week!

 
At Monday, January 07, 2019 2:52:00 PM, Blogger Margaret said...

youthful passions and goodbyes... They are a part of us always!

 

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