Green eyes captivate,
he whispers, warm hand
resting on youthful thigh
Stomach somersaults
reviled by whiskey breath
yellowed fingers clutching
Not these eyes! I stand
tossing my drink in his face;
coming of age moment.
Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
Green eyes captivate,
he whispers, warm hand
resting on youthful thigh
Stomach somersaults
reviled by whiskey breath
yellowed fingers clutching
Not these eyes! I stand
tossing my drink in his face;
coming of age moment.
Oh wow! Good one!
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Thank you.
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I love it!
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Thanks Liz.
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You’re welcome, V.J.
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the play on the word captivate is nicely done – subtle. Great poem.
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Thanks Heather.
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You’re welcome.
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Oh, I have read this over and over. It is so powerful.
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Thank you so much.
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Such effective imagery here. Leaps into life. Wow.
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome.
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Reblogged this on All About Writing and more.
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Great piece of peotry
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Thank you for dropping by and commenting. All the best on your own blogging efforts.
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yes powerful imagery and sounds like it comes from experience, great artwork!
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It does – although, I’m sure many young women (and men) can relate. Thanks Kate!
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absolutely, that’s why it’s so profound … all those experiences are often shared 🙂
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True – thanks.
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I agree with everyone’s comments: great poem!
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Thank you!
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so simple. so profound.
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