"She refused to be bored, chiefly because she wasn't boring." Zelda Fitzgerald

Saturday, July 16, 2016

Poetry Friday: A Poem About When They Met

Happy Poetry Friday! Man, has it ever been a long time! I am sharing a small,original poem today about a couple I know, first finding each other. Love is no respecter of schedules or personal reservations, that's partly what is so wonderful about it. It has this capacity to sweep us out of our limits and logic and there is a great beauty and power there.

Here's to those who love us and love each other....

Smitten In Northern Michigan

He had hair like last summer's beach grass,
Pale, joy-pinched blue eyes and skin
Like the warm sweep of a sand dune.
He wore flannels and worn jeans and
A smile like the unclouded sun.
He drove a pick-up with doors that fell off.
And she wondered why she felt like a living meteor.

Happy Weekend friends! Hope Saturday finds you with a tall iced coffee and a lazy morning start so that you can head over to our host site, A Year Of Reading, for Poetry Friday and check out all the other contributions this week. People share all kinds of stuff, their thoughts on new poems they just found, favorite poems they admire and also original work (which is my personal goal). To read the rest of my poems from previous Poetry Fridays....check out the tab at the top of the page labeled "Original Verse" and have a gander through the accumulating pile.



  1. Sigh...you can just feel the love. I hope it's a love that has lasted (or will last) until the hair whitens and the skin around those blue eyes is permanently joy-wrinkled!

    1. Oh Mary! That makes me so happy. This is about my still-together parents. :)

  2. What a great detail about the pick-up! Also, last summer's beach grass is a vivid, fresh description. The last line reminds me of "New Love" by Eve Merriam.

    1. I will have to check her out....I don't the title or her name! Thanks for name dropping!