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kborsden
03-24-2016, 06:56 PM
While I sit in wait of deciduous rain,
I think on the late sunsets of ninety-six:

the once-wash-never-stay pine needles,
and maple seed butterflies on the breeze—

a bottle of white cider shared (cheaper
when we'd pooled our cash), secreted and still
until late-afternoon when the beach called—

every pebble cast, bound to a moment
merged into the bubbles we drank, floating
to the surface only by the scent of green...

freshly mowed grass—how we met the night
cradled in the pine grove—dusty backs
and muddy soles once washed never the same;

nevermore another moss-stained Summer.

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An unexpected stumble on this (https://youtu.be/1rr4tXN2eJM) a few days back reminded me of my last true childhood (think more teenage :)) Summer (not that the linked vid has anything to do with the poem, just the time). The best summer ever! When I thought I was cool in my parka, bucket hat and cargo trousers. Everything changed after that... still, I learnt more in that Summer than any of the years before it.

Stew21
03-24-2016, 07:07 PM
this is beautiful and nostalgic.

Very crisp and real.
I feel like I was there.

It was just wonderful to read this while sipping warm coffee on a cool rainy day like today!

Fantastic poem, Kie.

William Haskins
03-24-2016, 10:37 PM
highly evocative but wrapped in a comforting sense of stillness. nostalgia without oversentimentality.

enjoyed this very much.

ZachJPayne
03-24-2016, 10:59 PM
the imagery absolutely sings, and the nostalgia is familiar.

This is lovely, thank you for sharing!

Latina Bunny
03-25-2016, 08:43 AM
Very lovely summer imagery here. :)

kborsden
03-26-2016, 02:14 AM
Thanks all for reading. I appreciate the comments.

Magdalen
03-26-2016, 05:11 AM
Agree with others' comments and was myself transported back through your eloquent imagery & other tactile expressions - enjoyed several reads. I back-tracked over if "white cider" is the same as "champagne" for UK readers - I'm unfamiliar, and my initial reads wondered about the "bubbles we drank" - not a big thing, but thought I'd mention it! Lovely poem, TY!

kborsden
03-26-2016, 05:25 AM
White Cider: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_Lightning_%28cider%29
Other brands are available :)

Thanks for the comment, mags. Maybe in our shared transported space we could share some cider and 'green'. Same goes for previous commenters, a swig and a smoke--and join in a chorus of 'Oh Oh La La' :) ... christ, I really am verging on a premature mid-life crisis.

CassandraW
03-31-2016, 09:21 PM
Very visual and evocative. It immediately brought back a flush of teenage memories for me, and I can smell the grass and pine needles.

These lines in particular grab me:


freshly mowed grass—how we met the night
cradled in the pine grove—dusty backs
and muddy soles once washed never the same

and this nicely captures the fleeting, effervescent quality of youth:


every pebble cast, bound to a moment
merged into the bubbles we drank,

and the bittersweet of the last line:


nevermore another moss-stained Summer

Thank you for sharing.


(I picked a really bad week to disappear from the poetry forum. A lot of good stuff, from several of our poets.)

kborsden
04-07-2016, 07:29 PM
Thank you. I hope the correlation is purely coincidental.

Ambrosia
04-07-2016, 07:34 PM
Love it, Kie. Thank you so much for sharing.

Steppe
04-07-2016, 08:03 PM
Agree with others. Loved the soft, quiet feel of the memories it brought to mind. Noticed the mid-rhymes and assonance. Stew is right, a great poem for the rainy season.