Sunday, June 4, 2017



…and you said                     i was there                             before you came

wearing someone else’s clothes/in the time of forever/when dogs could

we were in the center          of the universe                      you were my friend 

i was yours’               mornings drifted into afternoons/we were sailing 

on an uncharted sea       blue and green                  we talked of all things

crammed our thoughts/into the little-jeweled bag/got them out 
one by one                held them to the light         we exchanged these gifts
flew through the open window          our craft     a small sailing ship for two 

we had no idea there would be a cost   a price to pay   the sun moved

the light created new shadows/from the pink house/that would soon 

two young girls         our innocence bare     we had not learned to read signs 
we were bound          no longer free           we counted the empty mason jars 

your breast      rising & falling       as we considered the issues of the day 
humming        as the water boiled            you made the tea                  

set the tray            best porcelain cups          we talked of music 

literature and art          you were my friend            i was yours’                          

full of what we knew       unaware of what we didn’t         each day

we thought     something wonderful was about to happen    often it did

we didn't know then/ we should have been on our knees/begging for mercy
had no idea/ the sand was slipping from under our feet/ through the glass     

lost forever      no way to retrieve/ later there would be no time to spare    

time in its flight      passes quickly                      two young girls                    

full of themselves     soon enough             we found our grooves                     

old women now/looking back at our lives/treasuring the time you were my 

i was yours    in a time that was forever      wearing someone else’s clothes                                                                                                                                  

June 3, 2017  





Sherry Blue Sky said...

This is so beautiful, a nostalgic reverie on a golden time long past, I can see those two young girls. I love the porcelain teacups! My grandma used to use them. We dont see them often any more.

R.K. Garon said...

That was enthralling.

Mary said...

Oh, you take me back to those long ago days when I was young....and used to look at life just like that! How quickly the time goes!

C.C. said...

I particularly enjoyed this part: "we talked of all things

crammed our thoughts/into the little-jeweled bag/got them out

one by one held them to the light we exchanged these gifts" because I really like the imagery of thoughts being crammed into a bag and then being taken out, one-by-one as though they are precious gifts to be held up to the light and exchanged as though they are gifts. Because, really, all of us should have at least one friend who thinks our thoughts are gifts!

Blogoratti said...

Splendid to read over and over, as usual. I hope you are well, friend, warm greetings!

Anonymous said...

I have a friend like that. No matter the amount of time that passes, when we do connect, we promptly start bringing out those small jewels and gift them to one another.


De said...

You had me at the title. This is a wonderful walk down memory lane.

Sumana Roy said...

"the sand was slipping from under our feet/ through the glass" how you've captivated truth here!...

Jae Rose said...

I picture two sisters.. perhaps despite age and storms the bond is still strong - i do hope so xo

Colonialist said...

Good days, when two young girls would discuss literature and art ...