We too, were Romeo’s - once

L. B. Mek


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

  • Author: L. B. Mek (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 20th, 2021 02:58
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • User favorite of this poem: dusk arising.


  • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

    Lovely words , good poem ‘ lighthouse of hope ‘ ‘ windowsill of adoration ‘ , ‘ stars winked at us ‘

    Good choice of words ... I especially liked those ones

    • L. B. Mek

      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

    • Thekkinkkattil

      A trip to the past is always joyful especially those adolescent days. Thank you Mek. Enjoyed it

      • L. B. Mek

        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

      • dusk arising

        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.

        • L. B. Mek

          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 😁

        • Neville

          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

          • L. B. Mek

            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!

          • aDarkerMind

            a work of art for the world to read, savour, and love!

            • L. B. Mek

              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

            • John Prophet

              Once again the sophistication of your writing is amazing!

              • L. B. Mek

                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

              • beano

                Ah, young love. Nothing hits the same. A fine poetic reminiscence, dear Poet.

                • L. B. Mek

                  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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