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Memories of Summer
by Tracey L Hardie
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
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Memories of Summer

Oh, how simple life was,
when time had no meaning or constraints.
Each day began and ended with
the promise of no worries,
that was, until the summer of 69.

During a summer storm, careless drops
splattered against window panes
enticing dry scrupled thoughts
to dance with wild abandonment.

Carefree and careless moments bared no shame.
Shy and awkwardly we held hands, later
to play a kissing game only to discover the ache
and need to remove our cloaks of youthful ignorance.

Finger painting took on new meaning
when we each had a canvas of flesh
to explore and discover;
each touch, stoke and swirl created
new colors of kaleidoscopic waves that ruptured
within our bodies. And kisses went beyond lips,
lips that would later wrap around little white lies.

Oh, how easily life changed
in those few moments
as reality settled in-between
our silence thoughts,
thoughts which enslaved us
to time and worry as new youthful adults.

Yes, it was during the summer of 69
when I decided to become an artist.
 

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Reviewed by Amor Sabor 12/10/2011
Only you know those secrets locked away of that innocent stroke of artistic painting with not just words but memories and forward motions. I would have loved to have been a reflection in the mirror to see what lay true within the eyes looking back in return...to see the complexities of your truths dear and your carefree escapades of unforgotten youth.
Amor
Reviewed by Regis Auffray 9/11/2010
A beautiful offering, Tracey. I have something similar in a poem entitled "Strawberry Fields." It is about that time. Thank you for sharing this lovely gift. Love and best wishes,



Regis
Reviewed by Barbara Terry 3/15/2009
The 60's were not good for me, but this poem is cheerful, and makes the picture a reality. We are all artists in our own way. Some paint, some carve, some mold, and still others write. But for me it was the fall of '59 when I decided to become an artist of the written word, by writing my first poem of safety while crossing the street. I rate this a 10 ot of 10, and thank you for sharing.

May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love and who love you, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie
Reviewed by Gene Williamson 12/28/2008
Tracey, 1969 was a very good year...for you...and for us.
I hope to see more of your art posted soon. -gene.
Reviewed by David Hightower 7/30/2008
Tracie - Sounds like 1969 was a significant year for a lot of us. Ultimately, I think, it's life and its changes that makes the artist.
Enjoyed your poem of transition. - David
Reviewed by Edward Lupinacci 7/30/2008
1969 was a banner year for me too but not in as so sweetly stated here as an artist but according to the poem it makes me wonder what kind of artist you became
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 7/29/2008
Magnificent offering!!

Love Tinka
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