Puppy Love

Jerry Reynolds

 

In the fields of my mind
I smell the vision of you.
Sweet young bloom of love
Raging with a white-hot passion.
Breathing a vow of ever,
Now gone; like the dew at dawn.

  • Author: Jerry Reynolds (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 8th, 2021 11:30
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Comments5

  • orchidee

    Good write Jerry.

  • FredPeyer

    Jerry, your little poem made me remember times long, long, ago. Enjoyed your writing, especially the line 'sweet young bloom of love'. We have all been there!

  • dusk arising

    I suspect the two of you were both real in that field when you were a young man Jerry.
    Certain occasions stay with us and fall into our dreams and reminiscences. I don't think we choose them, rather - they choose us.
    Your words today tell more than a poetic story. They tell of young love's ambition. Blown away somewhere upon the winds of yesterday.

    • Jerry Reynolds

      Thanks, Dusk. I totally agree the poems choose us.
      "Blown away somewhere upon the winds of yesterday."
      Really good poetic window Dusk. Say it several times in a meditative state and a poem will come in.

    • Goldfinch60

      That young love will be forever in your memory Jerry.

      Andy

    • L. B. Mek

      'that moon, ever changing
      mesmeric in various enticing guises, sometimes
      leaves behind a uniquely unfavourable taste
      in those waking realisations of consequence's, irreversible distress'..
      another contemplative write Jerry, thank you for your insightful words and your poetic gift of inspiration

      • Jerry Reynolds

        Thanks, L.B. That moon keeps rising.



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