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Let’s Run
my sister said to me eons ago when we were half the persons we are now
Before we knew of the evils and poisons of the world
When adulthood to us seemed a distant and unbelievable possibility
Before we fathomed death’s inevitability
When the whole world was painted in brilliant colors
from round containers of finger paint
And narrated to us
by the voices of The Bionic Woman and Charlie’s Angels
We were invincible like Wonderwoman
And so, with sweaty strands of virgin hair
pasted to our clammy faces and neck
our ponytails trailing behind like the ribbons on our Huffy bicycle handles
We launch ourselves through the darkening dusk
Thick and warm like Campbell’s Soup fresh from the pot
Interrupted by the light from the sodium lamps towering and humming over us
And with young bare feet on simmering Georgia asphalt
Arms flailing like human whirligigs
We furiously sprint to catch up
To the tank truck
Slowly cruising in front of us
Emitting that intoxicating scent
of mosquito pesticide



Author's Note:
The idiocies of youth, it's a wonder we all aren't brain dead. How peculiar that this is a good memory.AHHH, I can smell it now....




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All that we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream....
Edgar Allen Poe


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The following comments are for "Summer's Pied Piper"
by poesandpoetry

your poem
i can smell it too, it's all so familiar. (=

( Posted by: inundatedgrace [Member] On: February 11, 2004 )

Pied Piper
Poesandpoetry;
I loved this peice, reminds me of my youth. and it was very refreshing, took me back to those old memories of my first bicycle. didn't have a huffy, but had a bike that took off.

Blessings,


{{{Jeannie}}}

( Posted by: JEANNIE45 [Member] On: February 11, 2004 )

Well done
Well done !!

( Posted by: RightingIt [Member] On: February 11, 2004 )

disengaged
I'm not sure why, but I felt something got lost in all the description, here... I love the idea of the poem, and all the imagery is lovely, yet I distinctly felt swamped by the overload of related sense-memories. Hmmm...

( Posted by: hazelfaern [Member] On: February 11, 2004 )

Sensory Projection
I on the other hand thought it was just the right amount of sensory projection.I HAD A HUFFY TOO! I thought they were only for boys HMMM....took me way back. Me and V used to play bus-stop and all that stuff on our bikes....on gravel roads inhaling all the dust from the flying cars.....rolling down CLIFFS that were beside 4 lane highways....sledding down those same CLIFFS when it would snow.....scary stuff
Loved it!

( Posted by: johnb79 [Member] On: February 11, 2004 )

yeah...
i'm there. thanks for the journey back in time. and i didn't even grow up in georgia. the hair, the sweaty strands of virgin hair... my favourite part. one tiny thing i might change:

Arms flailing like human whirligigs

i think you could omit the word "human".

very strong all around. looking forward to more.

( Posted by: ark [Member] On: February 12, 2004 )





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