Beneath a Wall

We sit beneath the wall,
it is not summer, just a spring day
there is warmth, no wind
that capricious fool flies above our heads.

I recall other days and other ways
my teenage days of bikinis and t shirts
my wild rauccous days of spraying cans
that fizzed and frothed, the melting pot of youth.

The running across white sands at night,
making love, the ground hard beneath,
a coal sky above and beating heart
al-fresco can be fun as can spontonaity
perhaps a role reversal?

The purring, preening, gritty smile times
lives spelt out in crazy stick ways
'I love, you love, we love'
a rock that looked like a heart
but got broken just the same.

The wall of memory is always warm,
the sand is quick as it flows the hourglass
moments fly and tides ebb and flow
like smooth cheeks and sparkling eyes,
long limbs unfurl and the long curl
hangs just as limply in the afterglow.



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Written on 2015-07-16 at 20:17

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Ivan R
This poem lifts the spirit with its air, the words on it spread with wings of continuity all over the space,
and the feel of it flaps in movements of joy, love, and beautiful prose

" a rock that looked like a heart
but got broken just the same. "

Only one part of an entire great feeling told here. Bravo
2015-07-19


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
like joe, this is a touchstone for me, for a life i didn't live, not even close, but imagine with vividness (and some envy) as i read your lines, many of which are magically elusive to me, and in that elusiveness i find myself writing my own lines.

you and joe write compelling stories of a similar nature, important times and places in your lives, and you do it well.
2015-07-18


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Joe says "joyous." I say wistful; another nicely-written look back at what has passed. I loved

a rock that looked like a heart
but got broken just the same.
2015-07-18


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Superb. I had to laugh at the "al-fresco" reference. There are so many apt and clever terms in this. I wish I had of lived close to the beach when young. Maybe I would have more meaningful afterglows.
2015-07-18


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Elle, this is so joyous, wistful and meandering. Your memories so universal to folks like us, I felt in some way you were somehow speaking my lines. this poem is a touchstone!

Well done!

Joe
2015-07-17



tell me if i am wrong but i suspect your poem are very evocative, it doesn't explain much of the context, you ar for the less implicit

best care
2015-07-16



A joy filled look back at such wonderful times and I adore the last verse.:)
Lovely, lovely poem:)
2015-07-16



i don't understand exactly who you call the fool in "that capricious fool flies above our heads"
what's a spraying can? a coke for instance?

al fresco? spontaneity i believe
i don't understand your meaning of "perhaps a role reversal"
maybe because i don't understand al fresco

i cannot get the meaning of those three lines

The purring, preening, gritty smile times
lives spelt out in crazy stick ways
'I love, you love, we love'

the curl? are you talking about the cigaret smoke?

best
2015-07-16



A beautiful poem, Elle! Life is constantly changing and there is a time for everything. All of it a joy. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
Ashe
2015-07-16