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Sunday, February 1, 2015

Flash 55 — Boon's

 


There is power of place here,
Solid as mortared brick -
Ethereal as finespun memories.

I sip Earl Grey tea
On a waning winter day,
Remembering dark ale drunk
In the sunshine of youth at
That table, and that one by the
Pot-bellied stove.

Decades slipped away …
And his eyes are still the bluest blue.

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My post written in exactly 55 words for Flash 55, now hosted by the lovelies over at imaginary garden with read toads.
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21 comments:

  1. Midlife RoadtripperFebruary 1, 2015 at 11:47 PM

    Ha@ Gotta love that. Power of place, Earl Grey. Decades slipped away.

    All powerful images. Enjoyed it.

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  2. Other MaryFebruary 2, 2015 at 5:17 AM

    Lydia, this is so lovely and subtle. What a joy to read. And I like your comment about about not responding here, and for using your time more wisely.

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  3. hedgewitchFebruary 2, 2015 at 5:18 AM

    Quite the capsule of memory, opened like a flower bud under the sunshine of place. Lovely 55, Lydia, and great to see you.

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  4. GraceFebruary 2, 2015 at 5:31 AM

    I like the melancholy blue mood Lydia ~ Good to take tea on a cold winter day ~

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  5. brudbergFebruary 2, 2015 at 6:34 AM

    SO much change.. from Ale to tea..form summer to winter... from youth to aging.. but still there are those things remaining the same.. this could be melancholic if you like to read it so, but it could also be about love that lasts.. I prefer to read it in a happy way. :-)

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  6. MarianFebruary 2, 2015 at 6:59 AM

    This is really lovely, and so easy to relate--we all have our place like this. Love it.

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  7. Kerry O'ConnorFebruary 2, 2015 at 7:07 AM

    Ah, those last two lines just made this poem! You provide the context for an enduring love - never something to be taken for granted.

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  8. Maude LynnFebruary 2, 2015 at 7:58 AM

    Fabulous! Love the closing lines.

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  9. Grandmother MaryFebruary 2, 2015 at 12:01 PM

    Some memories are embedded forever, and, oh, those blue eyes...

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  10. Susie ClevengerFebruary 2, 2015 at 1:04 PM

    Beautiful..I know we all have that place where our mind travels in rewind.

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  11. JazzbumpaFebruary 2, 2015 at 1:27 PM

    by the strangest coincidence
    i am sipping on earl grey tea
    as i read this at 4:30
    on a winter afternoon

    love the quasi-oxymoron of the first tercet

    every reread reveals another layer

    beautifully done

    cheers
    jzb

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  12. SusanFebruary 2, 2015 at 3:00 PM

    Who knows where the time goes? Love the detail in this poem.

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  13. JimFebruary 2, 2015 at 9:16 PM

    Sounds like Boon's was the place to be 'back then.' Lots of memories. I'm glad 'Blue Eyes' should have been a keeper, I hope he was.
    Very enjoyable reading, Lydia.
    ..

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  14. kjFebruary 2, 2015 at 10:09 PM

    Oh Lydia, you spin a scene of such time and place. You are a poet, Lydia: bonafide

    Love
    kj

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  15. Magaly GuerreroFebruary 3, 2015 at 5:44 AM

    Oh, dear Lydia, that first stanza is a poem all by itself. So rich and full!

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  16. FireblossomFebruary 4, 2015 at 5:53 AM

    Of course they are. Of course they are.

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  17. UnknownFebruary 4, 2015 at 11:17 AM

    Whoever this person with blue eyes is, I'm sure that they appreciated the sentiments in this poem. Fond memories through those decades I'm sure.

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  18. UnknownFebruary 4, 2015 at 4:29 PM

    Decades slipping by... references to life experience and lessons learned... you convey real relationship and shared journey.

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  19. mythopolisMarch 2, 2015 at 4:38 PM

    "I wish, I wish, I wish in vain - that I could simply in that room once again. Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat - I'd trade it all gladly if our lives could be like that." Bob Dylan

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  20. LydiaMarch 7, 2015 at 10:36 PM

    How poignant, Mythopolis.

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  21. FredaMarch 9, 2015 at 11:39 AM

    And the great thing is that I can relate to the poem directly in my Significant Other's eyes that after fifty years are still as blue. Every Blessing

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