To the movies
We fled
Every weekend
Afternoon
On 99 to Eugene
And a theater
In the church
With parmesan
Popcorn
Creaky little
Seats
David Lynch-ian red
Curtains
Draping the walls
You
Me
And everyone
We didn’t
Know
All eyes
Aligned
Light of Earth-bound
Stars
Grainy art stock
Film
Dialog
Strange and funny
Like our sideways
Glances
Meeting between his line
And her’s
Our fingers
Met
Slick with parmesan
Butter
Pole Vaulting on the Sun 
What a lovely place for a meeting of hearts and buttery fingers,lol! Really wonderful image you created!
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Thanks, Paulo! Your comments have been helpful for their supportive nature. I hope you’ll keep reading and responding.
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Hi! Wow, the structure of your poem reminds me of those mysterious indie films… The kind that you really have to unravel but holds a lot of implicit meaning… Thanks for sharing 🙂
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Thank you, Linn. I like the connection to indie films. They helped develope my language and voice from a very young age.
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I also linked you to poets rally blogger account page,
welcome, Thanks for the tickle.
beautiful writing…
cheers.
🙂
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Thank you, Jingle! I appreciate that link up.
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You really made me “see” it!
Awesome!
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Thanks! I love when someone gets a clear, detailed image. It’s nice to know I can transfer pretty pictures from my brain to yours.
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nice little intimate memory…it stirs my own of the early days of love…
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Yeah, exactly! Capturing those first blushings of romance where every Foch or glimpse is a monument. Thanks, Brian!
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As the daughter of a filmmaker and a lover of film, this makes me smile. What wonderful things happen when you go to the movies.
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Yes, true! Movies and cinemas hold so much promise and mystery. Daughter of a filmmaker…? Do spill. Who’s who? 😀
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This reminds me of some special moments when I started dating. Brings back the days when the thought of a boy holding my hand could make me blush!
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a nice little moment there, thanks for this.
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From Corvallis to Eugene and back again
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superb…
love the imagery , you drew me there.
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I love the energy in your writing, very cool
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I enjoyed this, thank you. It is cute and lovely. And it is a very nice break to some serious reading tonight.
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Earthbound stars… I remember those times, the slight, timid touches that made us feel so alive. Wonderful poetry.
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Thank you, Beth. Here’s to more times like these, that make us feel so alive.
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Oh, to relive those innocent moments…
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Hi, KShawn, Thanks for following my blog! I’m honored! I love your work! The imagery in this poem is sublimely detailed. I felt like I was there in the mist. Thanks for allowing me the opportunity! 🙂
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Hi KShawn, Thank you so much for following my blog! I’m honored! I love your work! This poem is sublimely detailed. I felt, I was right there in the midst. Thank you for the opportunity! 🙂
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Thank you. I’m glad I could pull you into the moment. Looking forward to more of your blog. Be well.
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Ok, Thanks so much KShawn! I will, Be Blessed!!
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perfectly poetic and wise.
😉
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Stunning imagery. 🙂 Happy rally and good luck.
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powerful.
🙂
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strong words, well stated.
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Thank you. Happy new year!
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