Being Young
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Then ...
We dabbled our toes in soft summer air
Speckled with thistle, dancing ...
Pressing our backs to the meadow, bare
Honey-dew sweet, our bee-tickled feet
Your tortoise-shell eyes, entrancing ...
Skin touching skin, too willful for glancing.
(How we wasted such youth ... being young) ... then ...
We blew our kisses to cauliflower clouds
Swimming in Van Gogh grasses ...
Curtsying sunflowers waving their shrouds
The lemon sun shined on our virtues, entwined
Your scent sweet as warm molasses ...
Lips brushing lips, amidst giggled passes.
(How we wasted such youth ... being young) ... then ...
We spun with sparrows, a strain, to the sky
Plucked with an eager intent ...
Born upon wings as a burgeoning sigh
Hot-spice afternoon, thus charmed us to swoon
Too impatient to care what it meant ...
Wherever urge led us, we heedlessly went.
(How we wasted such youth ... being young) ...
How we tasted life's TRUTH ... being young.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Brian's Choice P, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2020
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