L Milton Hankins Poet Quintain (Sicilian)

Seashores In Faraway Places

Breezes blowing through her auburn hair
Reminded me of seashores in faraway places,
Those times we lounged in an afternoon lair
In the most God-forsaken primitive spaces,
The best times of our life together, I swear.

Written October 9, 2022
[dedicated to Deborah]

Submitted to "Bite Size No. 53" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier

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Caren Krutsinger October 11, 2022 at 6:05 AM This sounds like Nirvana. L Milton Hankins October 11, 2022 at 9:24 AM I suppose it certainly could be. I had some Caribbean Island in mind.

Shirley Hawkins October 9, 2022 at 8:16 PM Golden memories. Good luck in the contest, Milt L Milton Hankins October 9, 2022 at 8:53 PM Thank you so much, Shirley. I appreciate you.

Michael Tor October 9, 2022 at 5:26 PM Memories to be cherished for a lifetime they bring us back to those special moments... Thanks for sharing... L Milton Hankins October 9, 2022 at 8:53 PM Yes, indeed, Michael. Thanks for commenting. I really appreciate it a lot.

Jenna Logan October 9, 2022 at 10:14 AM Your nostalgic poetry for what you and Deborah shared is so lovely. I hope this one will be on the winning list, Milt. L Milton Hankins October 9, 2022 at 10:31 AM Well, we will see. I can hope. This little poem is so true. As I approach the anniversary of her death at Thanksgiving, I reminisce a lot more about the wonderful times we shared.