Summertime
Summertime
And the mad blood is stirring
My heart is pounding
The emotions run high
I am all yours
But you don't know yet
And I hush all my yearnings
And I don't even cry
One of these mornings
You'll realize my feelings, laughing
And you'll spread your wings
And I'll wanna die
But 'till that morning
There's that gnawing hunger
And I can only breathe through
With you standing by
Summertime
And I'm fearful as ever
Too many soft spots
And much too much pride
You're oh so close
And light-years from me
And I'm getting nausea
And I don't like this ride.
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Not Totally Sure
loni,
Wow I've missed you kiddo, glad to see a new post. I'm noit sure if I totally got the gist of this one but what it seems like is a summertime game of cat and mouse that starting to irritate you no end. I could be way off, but that's ok because poetry opens itself up to individual interpretation.
Welcome back,
Pete
thank you
It's good to be back. I myself am usally not sure about other people's poems, so I guess it's fine. whatever you think is what you should take from the poem.
sounding philosophical!
loni balogna
No Thanks Needed
Loni,
Just glad to have you back in the fold!
Your buddy,
Pete
a woman in love with...
what seems an unattainable guy! I've had that experience too many times, a long time ago, I'm glad to say. It is a hard ride, half ecstasy, and half agony. Who knows though, he might finally see you as you look at him and realize that "wow", that's just what I'm looking for!
Really nice job, loni.
joyce
thanks!
I'm glad people can connect and share thru poetry. I'm waiting for that "wow" moment, but I'm afraid it'll never arrive.
thank you for reading and commenting!
loni balogna
Nice to See You here
I enjoyed this and think no know I have walked in them shoes.Good work
Gloria