Quoth Theraven Poet Free verse

The Best of Times

Splashed myself with Jovan musk..
to cover up sweat from the docks.
worked all day, back ached.,but I swear,
I'm comin' to see you bright-eyed one.

'Cause you were the best of times,
you were the worst of times, and 
I swear to always love 'em both...

Quick fill up for the trusty Mercury..
picked through my favorite tapes,
while miles of curvy road fade to twilight. 

Sister Fran said 'she'll be down in a minute',
I sit and talk to her and brother Tom..,
while you preen and finger the Aqua Net..

Fashionably late to the Sadie Hawkins dance.,
let it sway and twirl in your Farrah Fawcett waves,
acted bored at the tinsel covered gym,
friends in decoration committee made so fine..

And I care about you so, never want to let you go,
it's sure to break my weary mind. 

Pull you close to let the street lights play..
pass my arm around elastic waist,
jean pockets were made to hook a lover
and I always love that bright eyed face.  

Two fiery eyes shined in the best of times,
stormy reverie in the worst of times, and 
I swear to always love 'em both...

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Geoffrey Brewer June 1, 2020 at 7:47 AM Sensual but sensitive - these images are utterly convincing. Nostalgia at its best! Well visualised and verbally created! Raven

Paul Callus May 31, 2020 at 4:07 PM Going down memory lane is such a treat for many of us, Richard. Those were the years when one got what he saw, not fake happiness that is found in abundance in this time and age. ~ Regards // paul

Rhonda Johnson-Saunders May 24, 2020 at 10:56 AM Wonderful memories in this flowing verse, very lyrical! xx Rhonda Quoth Theraven May 25, 2020 at 2:55 PM Hello Rhonda, Thanks for that lyrical comment. Memories., so many. All passed through the Brita filter of life. Perhaps losing a little of the taste(?) I hope your Memorial day is kind to you and yours. -Richard

Vijay Pandit May 24, 2020 at 6:56 AM Loved your poem--great ending lines, Richard. Quoth Theraven May 25, 2020 at 2:46 PM Vijay, Thanks for that. Swear a lot in this one. And swear every word is true. -Richard

Caren Krutsinger May 23, 2020 at 10:21 PM Ah, so delicate; we each have our own love story, and now I feel you have given us a terrific peek at yours. It is appreciated, Richard. Thank you. Quoth Theraven May 25, 2020 at 2:42 PM Caren, I'm glad you peeked. I have many love stories you know. In fact I fall in love almost every day. -Richard

Panagiota Romios May 23, 2020 at 9:08 PM Very beautiful Felt I was with you.Life is still a joy each minute~ but only if I choose it to be so. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder at all times. Panagiota Quoth Theraven May 25, 2020 at 2:40 PM Hello Panagiota, Thanks for that feeling. It wasn't so long ago, all my schemes and dreams. And the soundtrack of those days in youth will play forever in my head. -Richard

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart May 23, 2020 at 8:48 PM Love this. <3 Quoth Theraven May 24, 2020 at 3:53 PM Love is good enough...<3 -Richard

Andrea Dietrich May 23, 2020 at 8:35 PM Love this one. It brought me back to happier times, youth, and normal world!! Quoth Theraven May 24, 2020 at 3:50 PM Andrea, Happier times, yes where do they all go? Perhaps a few will look back on these days and hold only the gladness. Or like the quote by Melvin Udall (played by Jack Nicholson) “What if this is as good as it gets?” -Richard