Tuesday, June 15, 2010

love lost, remembered

summer was when
we loved between
covers and open windows
breeze flinging
new into the room

jack johnson background
 us memorizing
the freckles and scars
though we were carving
deep into heart flesh,

deep into july
becoming august
my heart fell
scraped knees hard

this moment when
loved was realized
as pain
open flesh
and i wonder if
your still wounded too


11 comments:

  1. oh wow. that took quite the turn there at the end...i have a few of those scars from back in the day...

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  2. I think you speak for all of us who first journey on this path searching for the meaning of love.

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  3. I feel the pain in your words! Powerful poetry.

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  4. Ezra,

    What a profound journey, with excellent words.

    Best wishes,
    Eileen

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  5. When a scrape becomes a sore wound... yes, we've all been there. You capture it well.

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  6. Dirty Dancing, The Notebook are summer stories.

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  7. Ocean Girl, yes they are but not a likely fit in reality for me. ;)
    The Notebook = awesomeness.

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  8. oh, how love can turn from pleasure to pain.
    very nicely put!

    thanks for stopping by my place today!

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  9. well put,
    you are sharp and wise..
    lovely words.
    ;)

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  10. popping by because i had not seen you in a while...hope all is well...

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