Many years later, she saw him standing
in the cereal aisle of AJ’s Fine Foods.
He was reading the nutrition label
on a box of frosted flakes, still wearing
his mucky white converse with no shoestrings.
It was nearing seven. The blue between
two clouds grew paler but never vanished.
A bulb of white light quivered, and kept on
quivering still on the blank store ceiling.
Without a sound she turned away to see
if she has found everything she wanted.
Somewhere over the baking supplies aisle,
two shopping carts bumped into each other,
two strangers, mumbling soft apologies,
carefully went on their separate ways.
Ohmygosh! I LOVE this one! Gotta share it…
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Thank you! =)
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Beautiful!
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This is a great piece!
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How tragic to not be courageous enough to rekindle love’s darkened fires, and instead, giving in to quiet desperation. So beautiful and bittersweet. Must reblog.
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Thank you so much for this lovely comment. It really captured how I felt while writing this poem.
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While her heart quickened at seeing him, she quickly made excuses not to approach him…
“Mucky white converse with no shoestrings…”
We’ll done!
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Well said! Thank you!
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[…] Source: Many Years Later […]
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Well done. Good poetry. Subtle enough to make the moment beautiful but not so much I don’t get it. When I was younger I would have agreed that it is tragic they don’t speak. Now I am older, I know sometimes not speaking is a necessary part of letting go and moving forward.
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Thank you so much for this feedback. It makes me realize that growing up and maturity has an interesting role in poetry writing and reading.
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Fantastic poetry.
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fantastic
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So lovely to meet you, Sandy. Thanks for dropping by my nest! ‘The blue between
two clouds grew paler but never vanished’ is a beautiful image.
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😔
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Aw, why that face?
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It seemed sad…
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The sensory details made this come alive.
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“…still wearing
his mucky white converse with no shoestrings.” She sees the same person he was when they broke up. Better to just walk away.
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Great job with this moment (and its connection to the past)
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Thank you!
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I loved it beautiul
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Beautiful
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[…] I tried my hands at syllabic verse and wrote Many Years Later, three stanzas, five lines, ten syllables per line. This poem was about a girl running into […]
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I absolutely love this poem!
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aww thank you very much!
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You’re most welcome!
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I really like this
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Thank you!
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