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Elizabeth Brown Oct 2018
Sometimes on days like these
I watch rain wash my skin like whispers
and it reminds me of you.
I remember when you taught me that the drops
splattering on your windshield like screams
(making it impossible to see
the impatient bloodlights in front of us)
were beautiful.
I couldn't hear you at first
from the ear-beating whip of your wipers.
Then with just one smooth, ink-like movement,
you silenced them...
and I sat in
serenity,
amazement,
as your eyes lit the falling tears on the
slowly diminishing glass-metal frame
that swathed us.
I forget when it disappeared...
but before I had the chance
to fashion your visage in my brain,
I was sitting naked in the rain,
letting you wash my skin
while you murmured sunlight in my ear.
This was written when I was 14 about my first boyfriend (and the man who ***** me), and was the first poem I wrote in free-verse. Despite the pain obviously attached to it, this remains one of my favorite self-written works.
Ma Cherie Jun 2016
We were travelin' down
a Lost Highway
Down some Dusty Back Wood Road
Way Out in the Sticks
East of Overshoe
West of Bumfuc*
Out in the middle of nowhere
on a Crazy Hot Summer Afternoon

We had the windows down
Just Whistlin' Dixie
feelin' and shooting
the breezy air conditioning
admirin' the lovely green quiltin' of the
lush Green Mountains

We had some smiles on our faces  
listenin' to the tunes
playin' on the radio

It must have been our favorite song
because we were really singin'
Enjoying the thoughts
that this music was bringin'
As the world just passed on by

I could see it in your eyes
I'm sure you thought it in mine
"And you're right my friend
can I tell you more about it
just up around this next Bend?"

"Cause you got your life going on
and I got mine
but somehow today our lives are....
well... they seem intertwined
And it's all good."

Rocks and pebbles
keep kicking up from those back tires
of a Shiny Turquoise Blue Ford F150 Flareside Pickup Truck
named Lucy
and "I really love that sound ya know?"

"Ya...I do."

"This place
this whole place
it's like a endless and beautiful
picture show
and I don't want to go
home just yet
If you weren't here... I'd swear that I must dreamin' ".....

"So let's pull over
that looks like a good spot right here
You could have another beer
You know....take a Little Rest Stop

"Turn the engine off
just don't take out the key"

"So what are you thinking there
my Cherie?
What's really on your mind?"

"Well... I don't know
just wondered if you can kiss me?"

"Awwwww.....sure I'll kiss you sweetie"

"You know I'm in this really strange place
Something that time....
just can't seem to erase"

"You don't need to explain
and stop racking your brain girl
..It's all good."

As he slowly slid his strong warm hand around the back of my neck
And pulled me in close
I got lost in the most Beautiful
Moment....
Dreaming while I was Wide Awake.

Cherie Nolan © All rights reserved.
Lots of metaphors here .....I use my name to mean my Darling in my poetry & Vermont and Green Mountains, some have colloquial remarks like "East of Overshoe"This is part of a series other titles are highlighted (not quite done though). Thanks!
Wolftrax May 2016
I used to run around with that kind
I remember being attracted to them
I never understood what it all meant
I never took the time to think about it
I just remember chasing after them
I’ll never get over the small town girls

They used to light up the night, so bright
You could make magic in the moonlight
They’d love you, they’d break your heart
No matter what, they’re loyal from the start
They would always have your back, in the end
If you were betrayed, you always had a friend

Small town girls, they’re girlfriends, best friends
You grew up next door to them, such sweet gems
Sharing secrets, riding all the back country roads
Making out, as the 4th of July fireworks explode
Friday night football games, they never get old
Giving her your jacket, when she starts to get cold

Still to this day, I’m 100% dedicated, that will never change
Small town girls have my heart, I know it sounds strange
But if you never lived in a small town all your life, my friend
There’s nothing else like it in the world, I don’t mean to offend
I’m sure the big city has some amazing girls, the suburbs, too
But the small town girls, they’re worth it, and always pull through
Pauline Morris Apr 2016
I wanta go for a ride
Come on climb inside
I want to stop this slide
Let our tears subside
In each other we'll confide
Then we'll put our problems aside
We'll hit the back roads see the country side
Find what treasures they hide
We'll travel dirt roads untried
Come to a cross roads we'll let the coin decide
To no rules we'll abide
We'll take it all in stride
Let the fates be our guide
Over *** holes we'll glide
Just you and me, best friends, side by side

— The End —