I remember freckles
On a sun-skimmed day.
She’d do ‘bout anything
To have them scrubbed away.
They’d show up on her shoulders
And across her nose.
They’d dribble down her legs
And light upon her toes.
“I like ‘em,” I told her
But what did I know?
They shattered her self image
Of a golden glow.
She strenuously avoided
Being bathed by sun.
But I adored her every freckle
And I’d kiss each one.
Though the days of speckled cheeks
And shoulders did not last,
She comes to me when dreaming of my
Freckled past.
Freckles
© 2007 Mark Pearce
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You have a style that speaks to me like a past remembered. It is like I have found a note in my bible or a letter in the pages of a book I haven't read in years and I look forward to them. Thank you again.
jfk
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Yeah. Glad you liked it and that it hit a personal note for you too. Did your "freckled past" hate the fact that she had freckles? That always seemed a strange thing to me.
I get to where I think I've about used up all my ideas, so I hope that I am able to continue living up to your expectations.
By the way, you've got a pretty good run of poetry going yourself...some of the most consistent I've seen on dA lately.
Twain...Hemmingway....it must be that Missouri author thing.
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On Monday, bids adieu to his own kind.
I guess some people are not happy that "freckles" is the answer to the question what's different about me? (that shows I can't be loved)
Just a therapist's guess.
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Although there are almost no people with freckles,
here in India, but I notice it with some western tourists. And of the few westerners whom I saw, I was lucky enough to see on beautiful lady with freckles.
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I had a girlfriend with freckles, this was four years ago...
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"A força pode ganhar a luta, mas é o estilo que ganha a multidão."
hugs..
trish
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“Love is just Love", it can never be explained.
Yes in fact she did think that they were sent to torture her. I never figured that out either. Every day that you are on this side of the grass it sparks new ideas in you. I am not worried at all about the wel running dry for you.
Oh, thank you for the compliment, it was a trip that helped to weed out that daily interference that can get in the way. And my Muse has been keeping fuel in the fire, so I have not been forced to write poems to help the real poems come out for a bit
I hope you have a wonderful weekend!
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Still, the whistle pig,
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