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Freeranger · M
"Say my name"....came her voice from decades ago.
That Summer before I enlisted.
Tall, intelligent, loyal, an experienced kisser....
sitting next to me once again on the bench seat of my car
the way girlfriends used to do with the boys they loved.
.....And suddenly I awoke, confused...decidely disoriented because
she was so vivid and real.....and so alive, but in color.
Long brown hair cascading over her cream colored sweater
her long legs contained in her button front short shorts.
We had been alone, at the end of the causeway, my dash lights on,
like we once were
listening to the radio, and bathed in the smell of the sea.
She turned to me......."say my name"...just before her face faded...
And I awoke, rolling over in the pre-dwan darkness, raising myself on my elbow.
"I don't know where you are now...", and slowly, reluctantly.
rollin' over on my back, I rubbed my hand over my chest......remembering.
That Summer before I enlisted.
Tall, intelligent, loyal, an experienced kisser....
sitting next to me once again on the bench seat of my car
the way girlfriends used to do with the boys they loved.
.....And suddenly I awoke, confused...decidely disoriented because
she was so vivid and real.....and so alive, but in color.
Long brown hair cascading over her cream colored sweater
her long legs contained in her button front short shorts.
We had been alone, at the end of the causeway, my dash lights on,
like we once were
listening to the radio, and bathed in the smell of the sea.
She turned to me......."say my name"...just before her face faded...
And I awoke, rolling over in the pre-dwan darkness, raising myself on my elbow.
"I don't know where you are now...", and slowly, reluctantly.
rollin' over on my back, I rubbed my hand over my chest......remembering.
ChampagneOnIce · 51-55, F
@Freeranger Wow. That is truly lovely, very well written. I could feel it, and I love it. Thank you for sharing it.
CookieCrumbs · F
@ChampagneOnIce
I agree. It’s the kind of writing that evokes a certain emotion one can’t put into words.
I agree. It’s the kind of writing that evokes a certain emotion one can’t put into words.
CookieCrumbs · F
@Freeranger
Well done, amigo.
Well done, amigo.
Freeranger · M
@CookieCrumbs Thanks my leetle fren. Writing, I feel, flows more evenly when it comes from real experiences. and certain triggers. The only thing I didn't add was that we were sitting there in the darkness facing the harbor lights across that little bay in my old Ford Galaxie 500. I can still see that evening.......I should go down and take a photo and add it.
I think you could almost write a spin-off piece on being struck in latter life, by the moments with someone you never realized impacted you so much that it would in turn linger pleasantly long after the event----almost like something is left at those places, marked permanently....an aura or something which states in a poetic sense that you'll never get that back. And yet....you do, when it returns in dreams at odd times.
Anyway.
I think you could almost write a spin-off piece on being struck in latter life, by the moments with someone you never realized impacted you so much that it would in turn linger pleasantly long after the event----almost like something is left at those places, marked permanently....an aura or something which states in a poetic sense that you'll never get that back. And yet....you do, when it returns in dreams at odd times.
Anyway.
Freeranger · M
@ChampagneOnIce My pleasure.
CookieCrumbs · F
@Freeranger
This. The words evoke a feeling of .. not sadness, not entirely longing…it is something else that tugs at your heart when you read them… or remember them.
This. The words evoke a feeling of .. not sadness, not entirely longing…it is something else that tugs at your heart when you read them… or remember them.
by the moments with someone you never realized impacted you so much that it would in turn linger pleasantly long after the event----almost like something is left at those places, marked permanently....an aura or something which states in a poetic sense that you'll never get that back.