Thursday, April 14, 2011

First Kiss

[image from google - Hallmark cards]
had to dust off the cobwebs in the memory bank to find this one, kids:
for Poets United's Thursday Think Tank prompt: first kiss

Fourteen,
too young,
so scared,
Completely Clueless,
she held her
breath,
on her front porch,
as he bent
to kiss her.
In that same moment,
thunder rumbled
across the sky
from the nearby hills.

Simultaneously,
a bolt of what
they thought was
lightning
flashed across them,
illuminating them,
frozen, eyes shut
tight with terror.
They flung themselves
into each others' arms,
destined to die together.

Then her mother,
who had turned
on the porch light
in that same moment
that their lips
finally came together,
said, "It's time
to come in, now,
don't you think?"
and they realized
with some relief
that they would,
after all,
survive
their first kiss.

11 comments:

  1. This is lovely, Sherry. A reminder of more innocent times. *sigh*

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  2. Sherry,
    An endearing piece of writing. I loved the 'thunderbolt' interruption!!
    Your words fit so well, with that charming image, Sherry.

    All Good Wishes, Eileen

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  3. So sweet and innocent! I love it!

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  4. What a lovely poem about one of the first rites of passage! Sweet and innocent.

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  5. the wisdom of mums eh? nice poem

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  6. Picturesque, Koko. Absolutely vivid. I love the way you describe thunder without that somehow whacks into the thunder within. Brilliant, this poem.

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  7. This is so sweet n' endearing! And so true~
    Loved it xXx

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  8. That's wonderfully suspenseful!

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