Borrowed pink plastic lawn seat.
Loud folk music filtered over laughter.
The naked feet of friends
tickling the trimmed grasses
below
multicolor swimsuits.
Ice-cold beer like liquid rays,
outdoor showers that spit, not spray,
after a day on the weathered wood
of a weekend beachside dock.
I can still taste your
egg-yolk ice cream kisses.
All of these memories melting
in the mislaid sun
of this summer.
© khartless 2021, All Rights Reserved
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Who doesn’t like “egg-yolk ice cream kisses.” Nice imagery! 🙂
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Thank you, they are dreamy, no?
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Very nice reading. 😊🌞
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Thanks, John. Glad you liked it. Feels like summer, although it’s a few days before the solstice.
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The solstice marks six months since my last birthday. Call me a Christmas baby…
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Ah, the joys of having your Christbirthday each year. Perhaps better to celebrate it midway-a very half-birthday to you, soon. 😉
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Thanks! ❤️
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All this imagery is so palpable. I can feel all the Summer sensations. Love!
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Thank you. These images come from real memories so I’m glad they seem real. Appreciate you kind words.
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a gorgeous, sparkly poem, so good to read, to start the day 🙂
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Thank you, John. Warm enough here lately to enjoy barefoot lakeside walks. Warmer now from you kind comments.
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devoted.
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Yes, is that the pretty way to say addicted? Thanks, Mr. B.
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creepy stalkery?
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The accuracy of your descriptions make your imagery so powerful.
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Thank you. Vivid memories of summers past. The pink lawn seat is definitely no more. Yes, I do miss the unadulterated summers of youth.
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It was very well penned. 🙂
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For me, this is summer perfectly described. Nicely done, K.
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