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.
_________
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:
Ha@ Gotta love that. Power of place, Earl Grey. Decades slipped away.
All powerful images. Enjoyed it.
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.
Quite the capsule of memory, opened like a flower bud under the sunshine of place. Lovely 55, Lydia, and great to see you.
I like the melancholy blue mood Lydia ~ Good to take tea on a cold winter day ~
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. :-)
This is really lovely, and so easy to relate--we all have our place like this. Love it.
Ah, those last two lines just made this poem! You provide the context for an enduring love - never something to be taken for granted.
Fabulous! Love the closing lines.
Some memories are embedded forever, and, oh, those blue eyes...
Beautiful..I know we all have that place where our mind travels in rewind.
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
Who knows where the time goes? Love the detail in this poem.
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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Oh Lydia, you spin a scene of such time and place. You are a poet, Lydia: bonafide
Love
kj
Oh, dear Lydia, that first stanza is a poem all by itself. So rich and full!
Of course they are. Of course they are.
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.
Decades slipping by... references to life experience and lessons learned... you convey real relationship and shared journey.
"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
How poignant, Mythopolis.
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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