Submitted to Big Tent Poetry: http://bigtentpoetry.org/ With thanks to Mallery for the first line/prompt.
Neon Kisses
I didn’t notice the color of your jacket
or your eyes.
Battered by rain and wind
we walked side-by-side.
Neon lights reflected on wet asphalt
blinked their messages in blurred colors.
Nor did I notice where you took me
or that we had to wait for hours.
Your words hung, suspended in air
like notes of a symphonic chorus,
at times harmonic chords,
reverberated, crashing down around me.
I didn’t notice that the rain had stopped,
leaving in the air a fragrant breath
of moon-fresh night.
Nor did I grasp the fact that when you left
the cold closed in, enveloped me like a shroud.
The only thing I hold in memory:
kisses. The taste you left upon my lips,
your touch,
your smile.
I am away till Tuesday–will visit other submissions when I get home.
Happy Vacation…
cheers.
No worrying about the requirement.
Happy 90th birthday to your dear mother.
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I’m not always keen on love poems, but this one was lovely. Love how the neon lights pervade, the reflection of scene and experience.
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you painted a beautiful picture. the last few lines were the most beautiful ones.
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Very thoughtful poem…
charcoal shadows
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Very nice. I enjoyed this, particularly the way you ended the poem. – bill
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The poem made me question myself – if I was walking in that photo, I may forget to look…
I also liked the idea of noticing the change in temperature when he left. Good sensing.
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Perfect lovely and romantic. Remembering the kisses. Yes. One would.
Wonderful photo as well.
Hope it’s a good time off.
Stay well.
JamieDedes
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Sweet tribute!
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I love the part where your described his words, hanging in the air. Good poem! Thanks for sharing! 🙂
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