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After her shower
she writes a poem
in the condensation on the mirror,
then watches it evaporate.
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It was all about the fragrance –
the coconut
in her shampoo,
the rose water on her face.
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She remembers what he liked –
Emeraude and Chantilly Lace
while he wore English Leather
which drove her over the edge.
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They’d dance past the chaperones
and steal away to his car,
Lou Christie on the radio
and lightning striking twice
.
and later in her room alone,
his scent still in her hair
the poems would magically write themselves
in the silk dust on the mirror.
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© 2020 Betty Hayes Albright
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This is something a little special, Betty. Impressive writing!
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Thanks very much, Ben. Trying to break through the writer’s block. Started writing this not knowing where it was headed. Ended up backwards in time. ☺️
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Well it worked. Just going with it, letting go often works I find.
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Absolutely beautiful Betty, and Lou Christie, boy that takes me back 💜💜
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Thanks so much, Willow. Yes, the good old days. 💗💗💗
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Yes indeed 💜
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Very nice, Bets
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Thank you, tref! (Will be catching up with you soon. 😊 )
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This is a really beautiful poem, Betty. Traces of love in fragrance, music and touch. A past of loving still going forward in time. So poignant in every word, every subtle nuance that translates into how close one can be to another. Hope you are well.
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Renee, sorry I’m slow to thank you for your comment. I appreciate your understanding of the poem and your kind words very much! 😊
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A wistful and evocative poem!
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Thank you so much for reading it! 🙂
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You’re welcome!
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Simply wonderful! ❤
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Thanks very much, Sarah! ❤️
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Hi Betty,
‘Silk Dust’ sure hits home with me.
Years ago, alone on the beach, I’d write poems in the sand, only to see them washed away by the incoming tide… A few seabirds might have read them, but they weren’t telling!
Your beautiful poem of first love carries me back to a time beyond the time beyond, when the world was a very different place…and I, with my flared trousers and Billy Fury quiff, was a different guy…
Mind you, Maureen and I had a wonderful Valentine’s meal out a couple of nights ago!
Take care,
Paul
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Hi Paul,
I’m so glad you could relate to this one! Yes, it was such a different time…. I enjoy reminiscing about those days. 🙂 Thanks very much for your kind words.
Best wishes to you and Maureen – glad you had such a wonderful Valentine’s meal! You take care also,
Betty
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Oh, Betty, this is absolutely gorgeous and so evocative.
I’m trying to catch up a little. Sending hugs, my friend
💖💖Lauren
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Hi Lauren, sorry I missed thanking you for such a nice comment! Really appreciate it. 😊❤
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No worries, Betty! I’ve done the same and I’m sure everyone else has, too. It’s Friday now and so happy. It’s been a long week. Have a good day and weekend. Sending much love. ❤️💗😍
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Such a romantic piece with beautiful vivid images. Thanks for this lovely post.
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Thank you very much, Geri!
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I really like your beautiful blog. A pleasure to come stroll on your pages. A great discovery and a very interesting blog. I will come back to visit you. Do not hesitate to visit my universe. See you soon. 🙂
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What a gorgeous poem, Betty. Masterful, evocative. It’s been a very long time since I was in love this way – too long. But the silk dust memories you’ve unlocked –
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Thank you so much, Sharon. This was a tribute to my first love….so long, long ago. I’m glad it unlocked your own memories.
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