Beneath that windowsill of adoration
we waited with that zealotry of youth
and yearned, for just one more glimpse
that would lead, to one more: everything…
Assured, by our ears pulsating drumbeat
that our feelings were more trustworthy
than any vaulted currency of prideful, restraint
and eventually when our reward, beamed
from what we deemed, as our lighthouse of hope
oh - what fervent joy we tasted of life, leaping
to declare proud our loves, blinkered certainty
draped, in that vehemence of a starlit night.
Once, when stars winked at us mischievously
and smiles, knew no border lines
we too, were foolhardy Romeo’s
for those cherished Rosaline’s: in our lives…
© L. B. Mek
August 2021
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Lovely words , good poem ‘ lighthouse of hope ‘ ‘ windowsill of adoration ‘ , ‘ stars winked at us ‘
Good choice of words ... I especially liked those ones
oh, how very kind of you
thank you for taking the time
to highlight the lines you liked
and providing me with such a detailed comment
A trip to the past is always joyful especially those adolescent days. Thank you Mek. Enjoyed it
yeah, I agree
although there always will be skeletons
we don't want to go anywhere near
in our regret cupboard
there are also, one or two memories
we cherish revisiting
from time to time..
thanks for understanding the core theme
of my scribble
and interpreting it so succinctly
Oh so well you embroider the tapestry of a young hearts romantic desire and you bring to my old bones such memories. The stumbles along a clumsy path of endeavours to achieve those early kisses of reward. The warm glow of success and voicing that famous "yes" to oneself as you do a leaping heel click heading home.
Fun filled joyous memories eh LBM? If only we knew then what we learned later on, we would have been Cassanovas.
One for my favourites.
what an honour! thank you Dusk
'voicing that famous "yes" to oneself
as you do a leaping heel click
heading home.'
(your words, so acutely - vividly: capture
the mood I was trying to convey, perfectly)
you've got me grinning ear-to-ear 😁
You sure know how to rub it in don't cha ................................................ if I may be allowed to cut and paste these words to myself as a constant reminder that I once was there etc etc .. I would for ever be in your debt ........................ maybe .. N
lol
its your fault, for letting me latch-on
to your coattails
and follow your trailblazing footprints,
I won't apologize
for striving, to become
a worthy apprentice..
but I will humbly, Thank you!
a work of art for the world to read, savour, and love!
oh, y'all are just too kind
but still, I will cherish your goodwill
thank you!
for choosing to encourage and support
my humble scribbles
dear, Supremely Talented Poet
and friend
Once again the sophistication of your writing is amazing!
lol
oh Yes, indeed
reading my scribbles is often
a black tie and shoes, affair..
writing them
well that's more, flip-flops with socks
and overnight coffee in me wellies
kinda ting.. 🤓🤡🤠
forgive my early morning goofiness
thank you for the kind words, dear poet
sincerely!
Ah, young love. Nothing hits the same. A fine poetic reminiscence, dear Poet.
how very kind, and I cant agree more
ignorance is truly bliss
when it comes to love
or at that age,
probably best categorised as mutual infatuation. lol
thank you! glad you liked the read, dear poet
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