Joseph P. DiMino Poet Dramatic Verse

50 Years Later

I remember pausing on the round
of your upper-lip...thinking, surely
no round was ever so soft, so finely
appealing. Proceeding over the wing
like curves to edges, feeling as if 
in flight, lingering on the lower –  
a journey of tastes, and longing...and 
then the parting, and divine probing...

Afterwards we laid back, admiring the 
stars; each sparkle seeming diamonds
are indeed forever; each one counted
a thousand more burst into view, as
would a rocket glitter the night sky
at a fair...

We were young and knew everything

and nothing

Several days later our Four Wheel 
Technology took you from me

Time stopping both our hearts....

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Victor Buhagiar January 18, 2023 at 2:52 AM You excelled in this lovely romantic poem even though it ended sadly. Alas I can relate to that. Joseph P. DiMino January 18, 2023 at 3:58 AM Thank you, Victor; life makes us tougher...but there is a tender part of me sorely missed. Blessings my friend.

Elizabeth Mccann January 17, 2023 at 1:57 PM So wonderfully sensuous, Joe, and travelling from near to far, the lips and the stars. The rocket simile is very effective. Elizabeth Joseph P. DiMino January 17, 2023 at 3:02 PM Hi Elisabeth; so pleased you liked the poem. Even with the sad ending, it was fun to write, for the sheer joy from creating feeling poetry. Blessings my friend.

Panagiota Romios January 17, 2023 at 1:34 PM A romantic journey, thanks to the help of your gifted pen. “We were young and knew everythingL” Staying young, is to having the humility to acknowledge that we still, indeed know very little. IMHO. That old saying, Joe is so true! “I WOULD RATHER BE GREEN AND GROWING, THAT RIPE AND ROTTEN.” Panagiota Joseph P. DiMino January 17, 2023 at 3:06 PM Yep! I still know nothing, guided mostly by what has worked for me in the past, and even then, only with great caution, prepared to alter course when proven wrong or out of necessity. I don't think any of us really knows anything...though a great many imagine they do. Blessings my friend. Hope the weather is a bit tamer for you.

Susan Woodrow January 17, 2023 at 7:31 AM Tragic yet beautiful write! :) Joseph P. DiMino January 17, 2023 at 8:38 AM Sort of like real life.... I think, as light needing dark, forward needing where-was, experience is sun and shadows. Have a beautiful day, Susan.

Speaks Volumes January 17, 2023 at 6:19 AM So sensual, so enticing, and so heart breaking. Joe it seems so real. l guess memories are a small consolation, your poem is very special. Joseph P. DiMino January 17, 2023 at 8:42 AM Hi Wen; I write little that I have not experienced in the real world to some extent. Of course, my right to take dramatic, poetic license. Tampering with facts for the better page. I did lose someone very dear to me, to a car accident.

Kim Rodrigues January 17, 2023 at 5:44 AM Wow! My heart breaks at the end. A beautiful write. Joseph P. DiMino January 17, 2023 at 5:45 AM Hi Kim; some truth in it. Blessings my friend.