PattiJolene
Enjoying Myself
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Simplistic and incredibly beautiful. The hockey rink would be directly across from that bench and that's where we would put our skates on.
Reminds me of every year growing up.
Thanks Patti.![]()
As always...don't stop smiling. The loss to the world could never be recovered.
Wow....you painted that picture perfectly! l use to love skating on the frozen ponds when l was a little girl.
a very good friend turned me on to Pablo Neruda a while back. this is one is a favorite.
I hunt for a sign of you in all the others,
In the rapid undulant river of women,
Braids, shyly sinking eyes,
Light step that slices, sailing through the foam.
Suddenly I think I can make out your nails,
Oblong, quick, nieces of a cherry:
Then it's your hair that passes by, and I think
I see your image, a bonfire, burning in the water.
I searched, but no one else had your rhythms,
Your light, the shady day you brought from the forest;
Nobody had your tiny ears.
You are whole, exact, and everything you are is one,
And so I go along, with you I float along, loving
A wide Mississippi toward a feminine sea.
Thank you for your contribution.....such a beautiful poem.

