A Poem by Roberta Weth

Poem about an old boyfriend ... as much as I don't like the poem it is kind of an important part of my writing history



Perched contentedly
In the bark roughened crotch
Of an ancient tree
Just the right shape
For two people
Facing his eyes and the sun at his back
Wearing his old, black ball cap
To keep one of the glares
From blinding me
His eyes shine so brightly
That I can see
Myself in a red peasant top
Reflected from the depths
Leaning so close
I can smell his cologne
One dark curl
Falls into his eyes
As he looks at his watch
And I wish that this
Would never end
Yet at the same time
I wish that everything would change

© 2008 Roberta Weth

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It's good to reflect but it's also an interesting insight to see where you know you should really be.

Posted 9 Years Ago

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Added on February 8, 2008


Roberta Weth
Roberta Weth

Portland, OR

I twenty years old, and I spent the majority of those years out in the middle of nowhere listening to country music so don't be surprised if the word y'all creeps up in my poetry or stories although .. more..

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