Open Poetry #43 |
Mr. B |
Sunshine
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Mr. B. Nut brown was the color of your skin that autumn day after a full summer sun had kissed you often, and deeply; it was not a day discernible by any meteorological difference, because it was just another California day – feeling like any other lazy day… And your eyes were caramel brown squinting as you were, ‘neath the force of that full and indolent autumn sun, setting golden and intimately warm crossing against that sky so clearly blue it nearly deafened ones’ senses ~ skies that only the coastline can produce… And your hair was chocolate brown with streaking, running, golden highlights, shining like some solid liquid shines, smooth and clean, while the wind played with it, tousling it gently. I traced your initials in the light brown sand beneath soughing pines, just to somehow pull you closer to me, my own, private, loveable Mr. B. © krj 10-28-08 From a memory of Fall, 1968. |
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Ceinwyn Member Elite
since 2000-07-09
Posts 2175VA |
I am feeling warm and fuzzy now *sigh* The only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we are alone. |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
This is a lovely poem Karilea!~ All the descriptions connecting to the autumn season.I absolutely love Autumn~ Huggies! ARCTIC WIND |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
makes me want to take a trip to the left coast...nice write |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
What a beautiful memory, Karilea, and so very well expressed! I call my middle son "Mr. B" (his name is Byron) but I can't now remember when or why I started calling him that. Maybe they are special people, yes? Helen |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Warm memories such as these, can be as vivid even 40 years after their making. ~ a lovely sharing of your warm remembrance. Linda |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Wow! Karilea. Aren't you the romantic one. Lovely writing here, Ida |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Such a very vivid and special memory. Thank you for sharing it here... for it could have happened to any one of us.. perhaps in a similar way. *Smiling at you once again dear Karilea* |
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Sunshine
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Such wonderful comments...thank you, friends, for coming in. Actually, you can guess the gentle young man's last name from the poem itself. Common enough, was that puppy love. Later found out he continued to be as indolent as the days themselves. Probably best I moved on...but memories do have a way of sneaking back to us in the oddest of hours. Thanks, m'friends. |
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Janette
since 2001-07-20
Posts 2843Chicagoland for now |
I greatly enjoyed your memorable shades of brown. Janette always seeking joy, adventure and romance and wishing you find the same |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
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An odd thing is happening here at Pip as our memories spark memories of similarity... I had a Mr. B, too. |
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LindsayP Member Elite
since 2007-07-28
Posts 3410Australia, Victoria |
What a wonderful memory to have dear Karilea and you wrote it so well, so touching and romantic, much enjoyed. love to you my dear. Lindsay |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Now is this weird or what? I decided you were writing about a beautiful old oak tree, and I just loved how you gave it such character but if it is a memory it sure is a good one that's for sure. Still...I love the tree theory myself, Mr. B could after all be a birch, of not a oak? |
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Sunshine
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Janette, thank you for your eyes... Serenity, when have you not known some or all of us to be a little bit odd? That, my dear, is why you and I know that we are all in some ways, related. Lindsay, I always appreciate your comments, and the hugs of you. Thank you, Sir. Mys, my friend, now I can see the tree, too! It is always amazing how our words might relay one image or another, and I thank you for sharing yours with all of us! |
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