Sunday, August 2, 2009

Under The California Sun


I’d longed once,
For a days Promise
When my feet rose to greet-
Sidewalks warming
Neighbor kids
&
The walls we’d climbed
For pomegranates ripe
Under the California sun

No jewels decked
My hands or neck
Just the gold in my hair
With the earth it collected

Crimson juice
And scattered peels
Left on curbs
We sat along

My heart, it skipped a beat...
Was but youth, in its season-
Under the California Sun

8 comments:

This Is My Blog - fishing guy said...

KP: That was a neat post, it will warm for you soon.

Titania said...

Regina M. lovely poetry, it evokes longing to be young again, carefree with juices running down your chin...very special!
Thanks for stopping by threemonkeys always appreciate and enjoy your comments.

The Write Girl said...

This is so beautiful...I really like it Regina. It conveys so much spirit and youth. One of my favorite poems : )

Denise said...

I do so admire how you can fit words together to create such a beautiful poem. Loved reading it and I thank you for sharing it. It has been a long time since I sat underneath a California sun.

The Muse said...

the warmth of the sun...no matter what portion of this great land it resides ( smile )certainly brings with it more than warmth of body...!
just as you have said here~ :)

Kilauea Poetry said...

Thanks to all for stopping by here for the read as well as your wonderful feedback!

Titania said...

Dear Regina M; I was wondering where this earthquake was. No, I have never experienced an earthquake here. The last I remember was in Newcastle (google Newcastle Australia) in 1989.
I had just moved up from NSW to Queensland, where we live now.
Your header is very beautiful I like that wine coloured Alamanda, or is it an other name?

Kilauea Poetry said...

Hi there..it was 7.6 off the coast of N. Zealand..I guess on the 15th of July. I imagined it would be too far but thought possibly there would be some movement in the ocean.
Your right, it is just that..a wine colored alamanda- hey thanks Tatania-

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