The sound of his laughter,
as slick as watermelon seeds,
tastes like the feeling of
bare feet running through
a sprinkler made rainbow
hovering above the thick
scent of a shaded, mown lawn.
There is a wicker porch chair
proposing a seamless, wide-angle
view of this scene; its empty
cushions missing the welcomed
weight of your presence, and
the posture of all the stories
you would have told.
Wish you were here.
I just planted some watermelon seeds! A heartfelt poem for sure 🙂
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Oh! Stunning poem. Thanks for posting it.
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I love the image you have painted on your unwritten postcard; I would love to sit in the wicker porch chair and share stories. I especially enjoyed the simile ‘as slick as watermelon seeds’ and the idea of ‘bare feet running through / a sprinkler made rainbow’.
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“and
the posture of all the stories
you would have told.”
Great one, congratulations on the feature. 🙂
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Beautifully nostalgic and sad/sweet.
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Congratulations on being featured. Love this imagery ‘
‘The sound of his laughter,
as slick as watermelon seeds,
tastes like the feeling of
bare feet running through
a sprinkler made rainbow
hovering above the thick
scent of a shaded, mown lawn.’
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Your poem is alive with sensual impressions: a sprinkler made rainbow, the thick scent of a shaded, mown lawn, its empty cushions missing the welcomed weight of your presence. I see it, smell it, feel it.
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This is a beautiful poem, bursting with summer imagery and the longing for someone not there. Just exquisite – bravo.
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Nothing is ever emptier than the empty wicker porch chair where the tale-telling poet once sat, eh? Great stuff. Thanks.
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Such a tender poem.
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My pleasure.
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What a lovely poem! Thank you for writing it and congratulations for having it it spotlighted on the NaPoWriMo website!
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This is an amazing postcard poem! Congratulations on being one of the featured poems today, I can see why it was chosen.
I loved the extended descriptions, the whole experience was a cinematic treat and it left me both soothed and unsettled. Great work into which the reader can dive deep!
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So poignant. Congratulations on being featured.
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Wow, that was so good! Congratulations on being featured.
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