new york

i wonder what it was
why it smelled different to me
why all those memories came in a flash
every time
i wonder... was it the lost innocence?
yeah, that!
our getaway- hoffmann's rooms
our dream-filled conversations
our long walks and nights together
the nothingness after lights out
the understanding we shared
the meaningless touches
the playful slaps
wall street pulling
what was it
the naivete
the assurance of moments to come
the proximity, those curly lashes
forgetful minds, challenging mouths
what was it about new york?

what was it again?




Poetry by olushola ode
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Written on 2007-06-27 at 21:02

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Eavrey city , town , village and hamlet ,
Has it's own speshal smell , some have an aromer ,
I looking back remember something or other ,
I shut my eyes , smells aromers fill my mind in sweet memory's ,
Some take me back close on getting on to 60 years :)

Ken D Williams The Dyslexic Poet
2012-02-23


olushola ode
dats funny
thanx tho
glad u can feel what i'm trying to say
2007-06-28



I'm wondering the same thing to, about the place that is. Nice work. I expect it is the enigma of the place that draws. Smiling at you, Tai
2007-06-27