whine

robin jayne

freedom is pure and utter bliss

the scent of summer and vanilla bean ice cream

cannabis at low tide and lush blooms perfume

and we were just kids

 

oh, but we were only kids

shit happens

broken condom wrappers and red solos

awkward tan lines and suspicious bruises

connect-the-dots freckles under red eyes

 

summer would never remain the same

to be only kids

hanging-out-the-sunroof-on-the-highway-doing-105 type of beat

empty spray paint cans and abandoned factories.

victories.

 

screaming at the top of our withering lungs

to an intangible voice

hoping, waiting, only to hear nothing in return

confirming our childhoods were over

and freedom came with a price

 

we were just kids.

  • Author: robin jayne (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 25th, 2021 15:18
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  • dusk arising

    Great memories recalled are never lost.... they bring us smiles from our youth, joy that we are what we were only older, bigger, more subdued.

    I really enjoyed this vibrant piece

  • jarcher54

    I had those awkward tan lines from whole summers at the river... the only part of me that wasn't bronze was a line where my beads hung on my chest! I almost missed what you meant by red solos... those weren't around when I was a kid. And we had no sunroof... it was the back of a pick-up for us! Compelling whine, RJ!

  • L. B. Mek

    and like fine Wine
    your words, dance
    on the tips of our poetic taste buds
    seeping, ever-deep
    and nudging, awake
    those blind corners, of our blunted awareness...
    (what a wonderful talent
    you've been blessed with;
    I feel privileged to read your wonderful poetry,
    thank you! for choosing to share
    dear Poet)



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