Throwback Poetry Friday

Here is my contribution to poetry Thursday:

Even in this prolonged dampness

of hades’ bitter winter.

I’d trade

a future of feeling of sun warmed skin

the smell of sunscreen mixed with fresh cut grass

warm nights and star gazing

backyard barbecues

thrills of new places and faces

finding sand in my pockets

after days and nights on the beach--

if it meant one more

day

with you.

I've decided that I like making mash ups of blog trends. So today is not only poetry Friday  but it is also throwback poetry Friday. So here is a throwback poem that I wrote once.

we found the ring on Portabello

sterling silver, arms wrapped

around the amber stone, green

with tiny ribbons of gold

worn on the left hand fourth finger

as a joke.

we got lost

in pashminas and galoshes

our noses pink and running

hand in hand

escaping with the light of day

too fast.

The gap is to be minded

and later will be mended

as the cloud people

come down to play

but we brush them away

umbrellas raised to the sky

blocking all friendly advances.

we is me and a daydream,

pulling at the strings

of my heart-shaped kite

with the tail dripping down

red.