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
posted by Jim @ 1/04/2019 01:55:00 AM
10 comments
10 Comments:
This is such a sweet poem filled with nostalgia, Jim 💖 I absolutely love it! Thank you so much for participating 😊
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.
Sweet poem Jim. Those browning blossoms. What a sad tale they tell of past love
Memories, we collect them and they become as fragile as dried roses. Beautiful poem
On mission he'd buy a flower
Carnation for his favored girl
He's not forgetting what any good guy would have done
Hank
Partings tend to be tough on everyone, even when things end with blossoms...
This bring back memories from the past... I wonder what could have happened if we had said the right thing....
This is lovely, Jim. I love the idea of tossing remembrances of herself.
I enjoyed your story poem, have a great week!
youthful passions and goodbyes... They are a part of us always!
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