He was tall with brylcreemed hair
Sixteen // a new driver’s license
She was petite // a spring flower
Fourteen // hormones tingling
Her cute irresistible smile drew him.
In the shadows of the church hallway
A first kiss // never to be forgotten
…Though so long ago
Valentine’s Day is just around the corner, so today De asked us to write a Quadrille of 44 words that included a reference to a kiss. I wrote this one in memory of my first kiss!
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Two small bands of gold
Promises bigger than life
49 years strong
Tomorrow will be our forty-ninth wedding anniversary. When I think back on that day it was so very special. I smiled so much that my face hurt. The snowstorm that went up the east coast earlier in the week kept a few from attending, but the wedding went on as planned. My friend who was supposed to play at our wedding was snowed in, so at the last minute my co-worker, who was the music teacher at my school, graciously filled in with only two day’s notice! Through all the ups and downs of life, we have managed to stay together and love each other as we promised on that cold December day.
Wedding Photo: Jim Bowman
She watched him tanned, tall, and lean
With bib overalls and a head of dark hair
Thinking how handsome he was
How strong and capable a man he had become
He was only sixteen //but gave the appearance of eighteen
His gait was long // intense // full of determination
She loved that about him // the boy/man from across the field
Smart and fun to be around // his smile was full of laughter.
There he was, driving his father’s four milk cows up her lane
To share pasture with twenty-five more
Self-conscious // she picked up her father’s tee shirt
Hanging it on the porch line strung between two posts
Glancing towards the lane she caught his attention
He waved and gave a hearty, “Hi Beatrice! How are you today!”
Tongue tied, she could only reply, “I’m fine!”
And then he was gone // on up the lane and over the hill
It was evident he was special // graduating from high school at sixteen
She // only fourteen // knew she was in love
She would wait for him and follow him to the ends of the earth…
And she did
My mom when she was in high school
In memory of my mother who lived across the field from my father when they were growing up in the early part of the last century.
Today, Bjorn asked us to look at different perspectives in poetry and write a poem that reflected that for d’Verse. I chose to write from my mother’s perspective when she and my father were both teenagers.
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Photos: Audrey Hartzler’s family album
Bright eyes mesmerized
Twitter leaves her unimpressed
He flies off to eat
She chooses to eat alone
Who wants to eat with a twit
Photos: Dwight L. Roth
Our Haikai challenge from Frank Tassone was to write a Haiku or Tanka for Haiku Saturday, using the word Twitter, referring to the birds of spring. These Cardinals were posing on my bird feeder this afternoon just staring into each other’s eyes. I thought the photos would fit right into our prompt. I decided to write a Tanka with five lines and 31 syllables.
#Haikai Challenge #32 (5/5/18): twittering (saezuri,) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga
A post last week reminded me of days long gone at the local drive-in ice cream shop on Rt. 21 near my home in Pennsylvania. It was a place to take your date for pizza or a twist cone which his were the Twin Kiss got its name. My sister would bring me left over pizza from here when she came back form her dates. It was a time of innocence and coming of age that will always have a sweet place in my mind
Sweet twist vanilla and chocolate
Teasing taste buds fries on the plate
Buddy Morgan kept them coming
Burgers pizza and milkshakes running
Mugs of root beer ice on the glass
Drinking it down a very easy task
Chevys Fords and a 58 Mercury
Parked in rows no one in a hurry
Guys with ducktails Girls without worry
Bobby sox and poodle skirts cute as a button
Sitting tight by their guy teasing and cuttin’
Days long gone the Twin Kiss too
I remember those old days
How about you?