"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Thursday, March 24, 2016

Black & White "What If"

I was so shy.
I should have kissed you.

My heart held your name
in the blushing cheeks of thirteen.

I grew wildflower tall in
a field of normal…
You didn’t notice weeds.

I was looking up while you
were looking down…
A mountain is a great divider.

Rainy days have me dreaming
in black and white “what if.”

I was so shy.
I should have kissed you.

©Susie Clevenger 2016


Brendan MacOdrum said...

This is the Cat Stevens song I listened so raptly to in my lonely room at 13. Pure yearning, amen.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Perhaps he was too shy as well. These moments remain in memory, a regret, a sweet time of life.

Hannah said...

Such tender pure passion...love this, Susie.

Marian said...

Aw. But then, what may have unfolded? Who knows. Love this.

Gillena Cox said...

"What if" that nagging sentiment lingers and out last many a memory

Thanks for dropping by to read mine

Much love...

Magaly Guerrero said...

The yearning is so thick in this piece... and the repetition of the first stanza makes it read like a prayer. There should have been a kiss...

Rommy said...

Aw! I have kids this age, so I see echoes of this play out with them as well as remember my shy interactions with boys I had interest in. I just want to hug that 13 year old and let her know it will be OK.

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