Richard Evans Poet Free verse

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there was her eyes 
there was my bed  
there was the empty house 
neither could spark 
the flame I needed  
to burn like those  
of great passion 

with isolated footprints  
shrouding the sidewalk 
a moment that clings like fly paper  
the infatuated teen  
I sorely became
 
still, I cherished the view  
I smiled as she drew 
nearer to my front door
 
alas it was only 
a vertical dream 
above the waist 
in black, in white 
with me waking  
seconds before 
the kissing begins

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Sam Kauffman January 22, 2021 at 11:17 AM Such longing with feet of clay, Ricky. Your images are so strong - "vertical dream," isolated footprints shrouding the sidewalk," "a moment that clings like fly paper." Congratulations on your win. Richard Evans January 23, 2021 at 7:19 PM Thank you my friend. Your kind words are invaluable to me. All the best......................peace!

Marquis Mc Mills-Cooper May 10, 2018 at 7:43 PM Yes I've written about this a few times...my old poem "Courage" comes to mind...but I was in high school then -a long time ago. I've also dealt with this a lot as well....I guess that's why I write..... Anyway, nice poem here! MC Richard Evans May 17, 2018 at 6:36 PM Is there anything more universal than teenage angst? Thanks for the kind words.

Maria Williams October 12, 2017 at 1:41 AM Waking just before the kissing scene. Yeah, dreams have a bad habit of doing that don't they? I really like this poem of yours, it brings back memories....Maria Richard Evans November 2, 2017 at 9:31 AM Maria this poem was one long slow letting go. Thanks for the input.......................peace!

Andrea Dietrich October 6, 2017 at 7:23 PM This is a very interesting one, just how dreams are. I sure know that feeling. Hard to have a truly blissful dream the older we get!! Richard Evans October 6, 2017 at 7:55 PM Andrea I began writing lyrics. This morphed into poems, but the difference is poems for me required a deeper thought process which meant addressing not so happy moments in my life. Thanks for your input and have a great day.........peace!

Patricia Cresswell September 29, 2017 at 10:58 AM This is too frustratingly sad. I know the dream myself. Well done Richard. Patricia Richard Evans October 1, 2017 at 7:26 PM It took years to get over this moment. It ate at me like cancer. Thanks for your support Pat.................peace!