First Love

resting on a shelf

doesn’t give a lick
about failures
cherishes emotion

No amount
of cunning can erase
the sweet taste
of first love.

(Image my own)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

24 thoughts on “First Love”

  1. Lovely. Why is it some things can never be erased? I like to think some moments in time are eternal. Your poem seems to capture that. It’s not nostalgia. It’s richer than that.

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  2. So true and well said. I especially like “nostalgia/doesn’t give a lick/about failures/cherishes emotion”. There’s so much there.

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