Honeysuckle Breeze
by George M Jackson
Friday, April 21, 2006
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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I saw her face last night
Carved from shadows that
Danced in a honeysuckle
Breeze, as I stood watching
From my old wooden door.
A playful kind of dance, her
Image affixed within myself
Lending credence to the tired
Motions of an old willow tree
Beneath which I had kissed her
Once.
Just that once, and oh I had been
Young, a clumsy thing that stood
Lost somewhere between fifteen and
Forever as she wrapped her arms
Around my neck to draw me closer.
And what had compelled her so, to
Hold me thus, beneath a moon that
Hid its face behind a blackened veil
Of clouds, even as hers tilted up to
Mine? Her eyes half closed, mouth half
Open.
The smell of her! A scent like no other, it
Spoke of promises whispered in darkened
Rooms and sad goodbyes, of all the things
I would never understand, this clumsy thing
Pulled along the electric current that was she.
When her lips pressed against mine, I spiraled
Out of all existence to a place I would never
Reach again, that nowhere place that spans
The vacuum between fifteen and forever where
Nothing can ever be as it was before and did I tell
You?
I saw her face last night
Carved from shadows that
Danced in a honeysuckle
Breeze, as I stood weeping
From my old wooden door…
END
“Honeysuckle Breeze”
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| Reviewed by Rebecca Wiles |
10/17/2007 |
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Very beautiful,haunting and soft!! I loved it!
Becca |
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| Reviewed by MaryGrace Patterson |
7/17/2006 |
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| GREAT IMAGES AND ELOQUENT WORDS.........M |
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| Reviewed by Sandie Angel |
4/23/2006 |
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A captivating write from beginning to end. I love it!
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o) |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
4/22/2006 |
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| excellent capture of sentiment and imagery ... |
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
4/22/2006 |
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| Bless you, George... I am so right there, having been with my man since we were both 15... seems, actually, though, that we are only starting to grow up around about now - a bit painful since we are now nearly 50! But yep, the remembrances of these halcyon days when the world was young are most gorgeously expressed here. And you're so right: the earth did smell of honeysuckle - all the year round, as far as I recall! :)) So pleased that you are mended; was on the ball when you was real poorly, but have lost ground keepin up with your road to recovery. But you're here now, and that's what matters! Be well, my friend. TY Kate xx |
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| Reviewed by Tinka Boukes |
4/22/2006 |
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Lovely weite George!!
Love Tinka |
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
4/22/2006 |
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The vacuum between fifteen and forever where
Nothing can ever be as it was before
How true, so very often - and you pen it very well, George. |
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| Reviewed by Kate Clifford |
4/21/2006 |
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| I love the emotion you poured into this with your desciptive words and wonderful ending. |
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
4/21/2006 |
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Lovely write, George, very well done! BRAVO!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
4/21/2006 |
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Awesome poeme Mike! Kudo's! Susan is right;-)...
Eileen |
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| Reviewed by Susan de Vegter |
4/21/2006 |
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Honey suckle breeze even sounds like the aroma it begets. Your poetry is sublime with an element of nature that bring the memories back. I've enjoyed this one and now I'll read some more of your poetry. I like and admire what I've read so far. You are talented.
Susan |
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