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.
Coming of Age
Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
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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