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Blueberry water |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
"You stood before me like a thought, A dream remembered in a dream" Samuel Taylor Coleridge-from "Recollections of love" 1817 *Blueberry Water In lucid dreams, duality speaks: By time delete, the bones of real Fade pale, to brittle white and Grayer shades..yet still they glow Sometimes at night. Once by that device Adolescence gained its old appearance- My teens came back renewed by light That shines from place of somewhere Seeming gone, but really only hides. Came back in a dream, inside a bubble, Where I sat by my first lover, in August- Summer, next to clear, cold flowing, Blueberry water. So transfixed, I took a second look; Fog was rising up From two who shared a rock, And rays of sun on tan-young flesh, That dried their dripping skin, Made wet by skinny-dipping fun. Without a thought of shame or sin A boy-hand cupped a soft-wet breast; (She had started to redress) But he could see a darkling blotch Through silk, where thin-legs Made congress. And then their tongues took tour Around the harbor of soft lips; Attention, and touching Raised the ships mast, And aboard that Galleon In-good-sailing wind, Both of their sails-were set.. Towards uncharted destination, Separate--places Of nothing in their dreams, Where feet would walk, and hearts would beat And pace on journeys that each future takes; Each and each, on very different paths. That past renewed to here and now, Was very far from blueberry water And love by touch, that both had shared; I remember us, using each other Without thought of what-might happen Without care, or adult bother. The liquid that wended, over rock solid bottom Flowed through my mind, like time over matter, Until all of my visions manuvered the corner Of barely awake, and wondering avenue; That met a deadend in the alley of thoughts-- Does she ever dream that day? If so, Does she see the scene shown me? Is she a lucid dreamer?, That wakes, and smiles Then turns away For just a moment- To hide the why Of memory grin, From the eyes of her lover? __________________________________________________ * "Blueberry Water" Refers to a deep flowing mountain stream (stony fork creek) in Tioga county, Pennsylvania. "Blueberry" is the local name for a swimming hole on that stream. It is a real place...If you like, go here for a picture of it. http://www.swimmingholes.org/PASTON3.jpg |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
A very exciting trip you have taken us on with this gem, Ice. There is nothing in the world like that first lover. There will be more pleasurable lovers in the future, but nothing will ever take the place of that very first skin-to-sin feeling. Does she think of that time? Probably. Does she have the same thoughts as do you? Probably not. She will have her own wonderful feelings remembered, just as vibrant and fantastic as are yours were, but from her own point of view. Excellent writing, Sir! P.S.: Great photo . . . ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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ebonygirl Member Elite
since 2011-07-14
Posts 2000California U.S.A |
I would say, yes... she softly smiles in her memories of Blueberry Water. Such a beautiful poem, so caring and loving of a tender moment in time, Ice. Ms. E |
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ken206573 Member
since 2008-10-14
Posts 487 |
The poem was a gateway to you past and the picture was as wonderful as poetry. I was truly drawn in and could see and feel my own first kiss. Simply enjoyed.  |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Perhaps you are right, Jerry...Maybe she remembers , but remembers differently Thank you for reading, and the reply. * Ms. E Thank you for your second reply, the poem does seem smoother. I think I'll keep this version, maybe gently tweak it in a few places. * Ken Thank you...I am happy to hear it stirred old emotions, I was the reason it was written. [This message has been edited by ice (04-12-2012 11:26 PM).] |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Much enjoyed, my friend...very cool (a warm kind of "cool") write - especially liked the lines "...Adolescence gained its old appearance- My teens came back renewed by light That shines from place of somewhere Seeming gone, but really only hides..." j. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Loved your delightful romantic poetic ponderings, dear Ford. What a fantastic setting for a first love and its strong emotions ... to be remembered forever, no doubt about that! I looked at the picture first and got somehow lost in it ... , then your words completed the "experience" and made it a very pleasurable visual and reading event.Margherita |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
This makes me wish I had such a great memory to grin about instead of the quite forgettable reality. LOL Beautiful write! |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Ford.... you had me holding my breath, as if I had been captured 'neath some microscopic device, being watched back in 1962... Whooo.... this is a  for when I need to revisit a first time. |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
This, again, is testament to why I read your poetry. You never disappoint me, Ford. I feel often enough, that I'm drawn to what you write, because it is never something that I can re-experience my life through. It is as if I'm re-living a parallel nostalgia that is not my own, and has always escaped me. I can vicariously enjoy the trappings of youth, the awkward and wonderful coltish-ness of it, through what you write. It is the things of favorite stories, and memories. |
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