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A Tale of Two Summers
by Richard VinceI tried to keep the summer alive
By sacrificing my own life.
I breathed the air from my
Teenage lungs into endless days.
Try as I might, I could not
Fill them all alone:
Some remained as empty as
The blue summer sky, with
Me a solitary cloud, floating
Without form or direction.
It was an excursion into
Extroversion: a strange time
When I craved company and
The excitement of new friends
Rather than escape.
It was the best of summers,
It was the worst of summers:
Long days of loneliness and
Disappointment punctuated by
Joyous days full of wonder
That ended all too quickly.
There were two of me, living
Through two summers:
I remember both.
03/07/2012 Posted on 04/15/2012
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 04/15/12 at 11:38 PM a wonderful tale of reminiscing and you bring us on the journey back with you...I like the capsule of a $#%@en's reference (bringing it to the specific of "summer")...really loved the first stanza (although I hate pointing at one piece of something I enjoy that way, it just hit me when I read and reread this piece)... |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 04/15/12 at 11:40 PM aw geez, that makes it look like I was saying something dirty in my last comment -- I was referring to the author of "a tale of two cities" and such -- and apparently am unable to write his name here because it gets censored! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 04/16/12 at 11:48 AM I really enjoyed this piece. It takes me back also to a time to a place. But memories are really in this moment not the past and I've seen the moment change the past into things it wasn't. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/16/12 at 03:37 PM Wonderfully-written, powerful memories. |
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