Let’s Trade Passports For Memories Poem, by Bella Joy, at My poetic side

Sunsets, sun-kissed, sand by the shore,

Snow, sledding, stars in the sky,

There’s mountains in Montana

Northwest of the Floridian eye.

The telescope already astronomized,

But it would be nice to be nearby tonight.

All you’re living on is gasoline dreams

With evergreens under an aurora’s gleam,

Take the fuel and the wheel,

Winter will soon turn to summer here

With heat, oceans, and beaches

In Florida, you’ll feel.

Summer will soon turn to winter there

Once I arrive where the plane goes,

I’ll know I’m in Montana

Once I experience cold under my nose.

At least you’ll keep me warm,

Rosy-cheeked and cuddling in a blanket

Gazing, whispering, and watching the storm.

Towards the sunrise, all becomes blue and gray

As it drowns in the melting frost,

A washed-up sandcastle

And deer which ran away.

Let’s trade passports for memories,

Ones we’ll spend and cherish together someday.

Comments +

arqios February 12th, 2025 06:14
Very warm lines and flow 🙏🏻🕊
Poetic Licence February 12th, 2025 06:17
A journey through states and seasons of love and longing for it to be more settled, and have those magic moments that make memories forever. Lovely read.
sorenbarrett February 12th, 2025 06:59
Moved to Florida from Montana years ago and never looked back. A beautiful poem with great word choice and great soft sentiment that evokes nostalgic memories of a misty past of dreams.
Tony36 February 12th, 2025 08:16
Excellent write

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