Home› Poetry, Prose, Music & Art

the first kiss

ClutchTheDawnClutchTheDawn Posts: 160
edited December 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
laying on the beach
it all seemed right
clouds formed on tracer skies
spontaneous laughter
the way the shadows walked
with the ones who stared at us
as they gave their dogs
edge-water, twilight strolls

i sat on the roof that night
strumming Pocahontas
to a mushroom laden
aurora borealis
everyone cooking up
whatever would satisfy
a 3:00am appetite

we washed our hands
together in the lake
and the touch seemed eternal
laid down, the limbs
still numbed, tingled
and the kiss
the first kiss
i will always embrace
the thought of that
first kiss
Post edited by Unknown User on

Comments

  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    i really enjoy this lil poem of yours
    you write creatively and you write well
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • ClutchTheDawnClutchTheDawn Posts: 160
    chadwick wrote:
    you write creatively and you write well

    thanks chad
    I could say the same thing about you
  • the wolfthe wolf Posts: 7,027
    very good, i like this.
    Peace, Love.

    "To question your government is not unpatriotic --
    to not question your government is unpatriotic."
    -- Sen. Chuck Hagel
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    ClutchTheDawn wrote:
    thanks chad
    I could say the same thing about you

    you could, yes..
    but will you?

    just joking around... :D

    thanks man
    it's all good..
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • ClutchTheDawnClutchTheDawn Posts: 160
    the wolf wrote:
    very good, i like this.

    thanks
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    parts of this remind me of a neil young tune
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • depopulationINCdepopulationINC Posts: 2,074
    chadwick wrote:
    parts of this remind me of a neil young tune

    hmm
    yes, I guess I can see that.

    good eye

    good writing
    The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!

    And I won't make the same mistakes
    (Because I know)
    Because I know how much time that wastes
    (And function)
    Function is the key
  • ClutchTheDawnClutchTheDawn Posts: 160
    "and maybe Marlon Brando,
    will be there, by the fire"
    stoking the flames
    of misunderstood Oscar speaches
    as i trace a mohawk warrior
    in the sand with a twig
    only for him to be trampled
    by the feet of excess
    and as Marlon mumbled on
    about "the Astrodome
    and the first teepee"
    we drifted deeper into the fire
    sparks dancing of the tip
    of the tongue
    of all the things we wanted
    to tell each other
    but had yet to say
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    ClutchTheDawn wrote:
    "and maybe Marlon Brando,
    will be there, by the fire"
    stoking the flames
    of misunderstood Oscar speaches
    as i trace a mohawk warrior
    in the sand with a twig
    only for him to be trampled
    by the feet of excess
    and as Marlon mumbled on
    about "the Astrodome
    and the first teepee"
    we drifted deeper into the fire
    sparks dancing of the tip
    of the tongue
    of all the things we wanted
    to tell each other
    but had yet to say

    yeah i thought so
    i know a few tunes really well
    and that's what i heard reading this
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • ClutchTheDawnClutchTheDawn Posts: 160
    mr. chadwick, i hope you're man enough to accept that you are this man's muse of the moment ;)

    if I gave a thousand pelts
    to sleep with Pocahontas
    would i find out
    how you felt in the morning?
    and if the sand beneath us
    fills in for fields of green
    this is still a homeland
    we had never seen
    nor seen again
    we have journeyed
    "in a long and hurried flight"
    our paddles cutting water
    in constant search of the need
    to wash our hands clean again
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    ClutchTheDawn wrote:
    mr. chadwick, i hope you're man enough to accept that you are this man's muse of the moment ;)

    if I gave a thousand pelts
    to sleep with Pocahontas
    would i find out
    how you felt in the morning?
    and if the sand beneath us
    fills in for fields of green
    this is still a homeland
    we had never seen
    nor seen again
    we have journeyed
    "in a long and hurried flight"
    our paddles cutting water
    in constant search of the need
    to wash our hands clean again

    you're on championship..
    whatever it takes..usually

    usually being the key word.. ;)

    don't know if i've ever been the Muse type..

    i am honored
    thank you
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    ClutchTheDawn wrote:
    mr. chadwick, i hope you're man enough to accept that you are this man's muse of the moment ;)

    if I gave a thousand pelts
    to sleep with Pocahontas
    would i find out
    how you felt in the morning?
    and if the sand beneath us
    fills in for fields of green
    this is still a homeland
    we had never seen
    nor seen again
    we have journeyed
    "in a long and hurried flight"
    our paddles cutting water
    in constant search of the need
    to wash our hands clean again

    oh yeah and um,
    yes i am man enough
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • pearljamgirl07pearljamgirl07 Posts: 792
    lovely poem :)
    "You're the eve of my destruction in the garden of fears"
  • ClutchTheDawnClutchTheDawn Posts: 160
    hands clean
    we gripped the tide
    waves rolled
    like wind over a wheat field
    and on the end
    of fading flames
    the embers glowed
    welcoming the sun
    as it broke the horizon
    the sea, dripping
    from your chin
    fell on my face like salty rain
    i turned you
    on the current
    and clutched the dawn
    of a new day

    The End.
  • CHANGEinWAVESCHANGEinWAVES Posts: 10,169
    ClutchTheDawn wrote:
    hands clean
    we gripped the tide
    waves rolled
    like wind over a wheat field
    and on the end
    of fading flames
    the embers glowed
    welcoming the sun
    as it broke the horizon
    the sea, dripping
    from your chin
    fell on my face like salty rain
    i turned you
    on the current
    and clutched the dawn
    of a new day

    The End.
    :):):):):)
    "I'm not present, I'm a drug that makes you dream"
  • MakeMeCry43MakeMeCry43 Posts: 355
    Clutchthedawn, you are an ARTIST! really great bunch of poems there and keep on writing great job! :D
    "Does anyone remember laughter?"

    "Where's Mike McCready? My god he's been ate!"

    "If you're an Elvis fan, there's no explanation necessary; if you're not, there's no explanation possible."

    "Sometimes God makes perfect people and Paul Newman was one of them." - RIP Paul Newman
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    ClutchTheDawn wrote:
    mr. chadwick, i hope you're man enough to accept that you are this man's muse of the moment ;)

    if I gave a thousand pelts
    to sleep with Pocahontas
    would i find out
    how you felt in the morning?
    and if the sand beneath us
    fills in for fields of green
    this is still a homeland
    we had never seen
    nor seen again
    we have journeyed
    "in a long and hurried flight"
    our paddles cutting water
    in constant search of the need
    to wash our hands clean again

    i totally forgot about this....
    nicely done @ Muse being me
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • deadnotedeadnote Posts: 1,678
    gave me chills
    set your laughter free

    dreamer in my dream

    we got the guns

    i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out
Sign In or Register to comment.