Saturday, November 26, 2011

Innocence Lost

Come back to me
a memory where there was
the pureness of gaiety

smiling while running
traversing the fields
the empty lots

scrapes on my arm
my knees, hands
thanks for t-shirts

'Scar', my first American book
first drawing, 'the Virgin Mary'
my first love poem

warm shy gentleness
of a girls hand in mine
first cheek kiss

campfire, 'Sleepy Hollow'
showing off, guitar prowess
infatuation, my teacher, older woman

Beatle’s haircut, singer in a band
mixer with girls
Ahhh! Kiss on lips

sports, football quarterback
dating, sex (ooohhh)
cars

Vietnam War draft, Yuk!!!
fear, fear, carnage and Death
naivete, innocence lost
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11 comments:

  1. LolamouseMonday, November 28, 2011 at 12:31:00 PM PST

    Seems as if we were both thinking back on the "old days."

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  2. Sherry Blue SkyThursday, December 1, 2011 at 9:25:00 AM PST

    This poem takes me back. Viet Nam - the innocence of an entire nation lost, I think. Thank you for the look back.

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  3. Brother OllieThursday, December 1, 2011 at 11:18:00 AM PST

    nice honest poem

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  4. Heavens2BetsyThursday, December 1, 2011 at 1:29:00 PM PST

    I love this evocative piece of writing - you really took me there with you and the dramatic ending made it all the more moving. penny

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  5. AnonymousThursday, December 1, 2011 at 2:43:00 PM PST

    I found you at Poets United, and so glad I did! This is a touching timeline, and the added comments to certain events (like Vietnam) only served to make it more human, more real. Thank you. Your Poets United friend, Amy
    http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/12/01/repairers-of-the-breach/

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  6. AnonymousThursday, December 1, 2011 at 2:46:00 PM PST

    PS I agree with your profile comment on diversity. My daughter is Jewish and Irish/American; she culturally identifies as a Jew. My family growing up was quite diverse, as Mom and I were both singers, so needless to say, our living room was always a rainbow! I lived in PR for awhile, but my friends born in Mexico here love when I try to speak what I remember of la espanol. Gives them a smile...

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  7. JANUFriday, December 2, 2011 at 3:49:00 AM PST

    Memories of childhood and growing up are always special...nice.

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  8. rchFriday, December 2, 2011 at 6:00:00 AM PST

    So many ways to lose innocence (I prefer the pleasant ones). The end of the poem is so wrenching, probably much like such an experience would be, much enjoyed.

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  9. EllaFriday, December 2, 2011 at 6:19:00 AM PST

    Wow, your soul took us on an amazing journey~
    I loved all of your imagery and the power of your words! Sad ending, but life is full or coaster moments, ups n' downs~ Well Done~

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  10. Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson BarryFriday, December 2, 2011 at 11:30:00 AM PST

    a beautiful message well delivered, smiles.

    :)

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  11. neneSaturday, December 3, 2011 at 4:21:00 AM PST

    Gracias, to all of you for visiting

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