Hush! hear the serenade
Whisper through leaves then cascade
As he calls for me through time
Weaving his web of rhyme.
~
Stroking me with a voice of well-touched velvet
My longing rises, body remembering our secret
I was ready for love to become corporeal
Not just a girl's dream of things ethereal.
~
In that dark room, he was a riddled enigma
And I was afraid, yearning, wary of the stigma
Following his lead through the heady new labyrinth
Spring, the breeze scenting my memories with hyacinth.
~
Now, here's this song, stirring emotion
Reminding me of days of devotion
Days of girlish dreams, longings, and love
That, one by one, I learned to let go of.
~
But, in his way, I feel he loved me
Not enough, but love has no guarantee
Still, strains of rock and words of Genesis
Reminds me of the boy and his passionate gentleness.
~~~
This was written as a response to Randy Baker's unofficial February Challenge, and contains all 7 words he gave as a prompt. Only six were required, but, as I did not do in high school, I figured I would go all the way and use all 7.
Thank you for the prompt Randy, and thank you Neil Diamond for the nudge I needed, Phil Collins for the remembered drum beat that day, and a certain Nobel Prize winner for leaving such a fond spot in my heart.
Comments welcomed
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Comments (6)
Lots of confessions and lost love and remembered trysts and remembered love and, this has been a wild ride of emotions. May the boy ever be gentle, remembered so fondly.
But, in his way, I feel he loved me Not enough, but love has no guarantee These lines resonated so deeply with me! Loved your poem!
Nicely done. Corporeal would be nice.
I loved this cause it took me back to high school and I love the Phil Colin’s song too.
Excellent Poem. Brings back a lot of memories. Things were so different when I was a teen. At least, that’s the way it feels LOL
Love this!!!