Fourteen.
My days as dangerous and echoing as a tin with razor sharp edges thrown into the bin.
Then summer. You.
Your free spirit like birdsong, trilled,
Found me, loved me, filled my world to bursting.
Egg shells cracked mosaic-like,
Fledgling life peaked through.
This really evokes the exuberance, impetuousness, newness and fragility of youth. I remember fourteen. Such powerful memories, but I wouldn’t go back there for any money.
I love the image of “days as dangerous and echoing as a tin with razor sharp edges.” Beautifully expressed.
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Thanks so much, Kern. I wouldn’t go back either.
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An exquisite Quadrille of teenagehood. I love the lines:
‘My days as dangerous and echoing as a tin with razor sharp edges thrown into the bin’
and
‘Egg shells cracked mosaic-like,
Fledgling life peaked through’..
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Thank you so much, Kim, for your very generous comment. I apologize that it did go to spam initially but I was able to retrieve. Thank you for taking the time to connect!
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You’re more than welcome, Jo-Anne!
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Beautifully written. I like the references to birds, eggs, the flight and freedom of youth.
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Thank you for your generous comment, Mish :))
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Great opening lines ~ These words are beautiful:
Your free spirit like birdsong, trilled,
Found me, loved me, filled my world to bursting.
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Grace, thanks so much for kind, lovely comments.
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Nice phrase: “filled my world to bursting”
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Hi Jo-Anne! I did leave a comment on your poem but, as with some other posts, it’s not showing. I wonder if it has gone to spam.
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This is wonderful… those years when we grew up are so precious and so many games we played… the danger and the playfulness shines through
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Wonderful old friend 🙏🏽
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