Trouble always starts with a smile,
especially when punctuated with deep
hazel eyes. Come seven on a Saturday,
my heartbeat syncs with the song on the radio,
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I had reference to this piece tucked away. Came back for another reading. Still great. A grand write Lori.
Lori...Is this not a lament for one's lost adolescence. Is it not about growing up and taking responsibility as painful as that might be. Is it not in the end about finding a way to have it both ways, finding solace in a glass of wine. Is it not about paradise lost. This is the big picture, the main event, and to illuminate all this, you may need to go several more rounds in the ring with it, showing you have real heart and guts. Hope that helps.
Touching and original. I've never seen anything on quite this subject before. It's forthright, funny and a little sad, leavened and sublimated with acceptance and an enduring partnership.
Great poem, I loved all the twisting word paths it took, but why is life such a killer, praise God for rebellion, it is the only thing that makes sense.
Take heart, speaker. One day one of your children might ask you 'Where are you going at this hour? ', and then 'When can we expect you back? ' A 56-year-old friend of mine told of having recently been subjected to such interrogation from her 24-year-old son...and of taking great pleasure in answering as she had answered the last time she was so questioned,42 years before!
I so get this Lori. Very touching and provocative. Must be that stage in life. An insightful observation and an excellent write.
I agree with John below.... Yet.... This is timeless! Wonderful, wonderful.... Rx