you cross my mind now and again

there are some things you just don't forget

if you are lucky there is that one someone you don't think of with anything but nostalgia and fondness. you remember the dress you were wearing, the smell of him, the song, the moment ...


remembering

first love.
bitter sweet
remembering
never ending,
no matter
how long
I live
without you.

and yet

if I knew then
what I know now,
I would have stayed,
and yet --

I'll never forget
all you were to me .
we became the people
we needed to be

separately ...

a slight of hand

smoke and mirrors --
misty moonlight memories,
a mere magician's
slight of hand --
I opened the trap door
and you didn't reappear
I took you for granted,
but you weren't a dove,
and the pretty apprentice
was happy to expand
her repertoire
into your love.

Author's Note

I have used this song before for the same reasons

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing poetry dear friend.
"smoke and mirrors --
misty moonlight memories,
a mere magician's
slight of hand --"
The above lines. Wonderful. I could write a epic tale from. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Lyn Anderson]

You went from my first grade school love to my first high school love.:)

[Coyote Poetry]

Was a amazing journey. I liked all the poetry and thoughts.

[Alfred Kukitz]

Yes KL there is someone, over 40 years ago, but it was fitting that I leave and so I did. You evoked that memory I feel a sense of dance in your words, but the music stopped and the magic disappeared into the air.

Regards,
Al

[Lyn Anderson]

I am glad this write came off as I intended, and yes, it is just that, a fond memory, of something that just wasn't meant to be.

[Einstein Noodle]

yes ..i have one such love ...wow! 50 yrs ago ... i believe my mother thought i should end up marrying her ...i wonder if she was right to this day ..from time to time as that trap door reveals itself ..i open it without thinking ;) what a sweet young lady!
thanks for lighting her up in my mind this morning ..i am shooting up my little prayers for her ...
E.

[Lyn Anderson]

I hope the person I have in mind thinks of me that way too.:) Thanks for your review.

[Einstein Noodle]

i am sure they do! yep ... pretty darn sure! :)

[barleygirl]

You've really described the sensations of nostalgic longing with intensity & clarity, as is typical for you. Who can't relate to this feeling, even if it's decades ago? I love the combination of the first two stanzas, it's like holding two opposing ideas -- always longing for this old situation, but also knowing life had to be lived out separately. It's often tempting to try again, much later, but it's best left as a favorite memory. In the 3rd stanza, I love the "m" alliteration thru-out the beginning lines, which also resembles a mumbling sleight of hand, trying to slip one past. All in all, nicely expressed word portraits.

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you for your ever thorough and thoughtful comments. I am so glad these words resonate with so many. Today is, in fact, the anniversary of that first date with my first love. While I would never turn back the clock, I hope that he remembers too. :)

[m.s.early]

I like the way Andrew summed it up as meandering along a river. I feel the same. Lovely, relative write

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you very much my friend.

[andrew mitchell]

My thoughts exactly. Brilliant work that took the reader on a meandering river ride on your thoughts of love, breakups and fond memories so true, Loved this!

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you for your kind review.

[Benita Paloja]

First love is the realest, first cut is the deepest. We may move on and meet other people, but we will never forget out first loves. Reading this brought forth so many memories I thought I had buried deep in my heart and soul, thank you for sharing.

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you. I am sorry I missed this review the first rime around. I am glad to prompt others to remember. Sometimes, we just need to acknowledge all of life, in all its wonderful complexities.

[Richard🖌]

Yes, KL,
I, too, have those in my heart whom always shine bright and warm.
There are some that elicit a smile in my every place, others send desire and yearnings into the very fabric of my being, and there is one who does it all each time I think of her, and that is often … at least two or three times a month, but ohhh, how I ache.
Well, this is not really supposed to be about me, but about your excellent poetry, how well it's constructed, filled with the power of emotional, mental, and spiritual appeal, and I'm guessing you've guessed I feel all of that, and more words cannot express … we are poets, after-all, eh?
The layout/presentation is a bit unique, but I'd say it's simply You being your creative, expressive self.

I'm smiling from the sheer enjoyment of a good read … thank you, My Talented Friend! ⁓ Richard

[Lyn Anderson]

You are kind. And I like it when people chat about themselves. Yes, this style is actually something I developed a long time ago. However, I used to always edit and tear my poems apart. One time I left them together on this site, and it worked. So now, when I think of poems in groups, I keep them in their original groupings, and post them that way. That is one of the wonderful things about this site, that leads to creation and original expression. I only hope that others, who have been frustrated with the dark parts of this site, will come back and try it again.

[Richard🖌]

Ya know, Kl?
Out of all the sites I've served-on over the years, until I joined here I'd never been unfriended or blocked, but since I've been here there are three blocks, two un-friends, and one person has actually un-friended, friended, blocked, and unblocked me over half a dozen times … LOL!
I like being kind to folk, for as long as they'll let me, but I've never run across so many super-sensitive poets and writers in my life, not to count three downright sickos I know of, one actually trying to accost me, I'm too tolerant for him, but when he attacked one of my lady friends, i had him thrown-off — ironically, she's since un-friended and blocked me … sheesh!
I agree, I wish they'd come back and we'd all get along, accept and enjoy our wonderful differences, and just appreciate and marvel at one another for the variety we represent and can find in no other place as easily as here.
Aw, ya got me on a soapbox … call it poetic passion! : )

[Lyn Anderson]

I agree. I have blocked people though too, because sometimes it is hard to tell who is doing what. I am still getting that pesky gnat inserting code on me -- WHY???? I don't flipping know. Because I am honest? Because I can spot a RAT? I have had my share of run ins, and friends who left because they can't take the stalking and the hassles. It is a crying shame.

[Richard🖌]

We gotta be tough to become great poets; it's a battlefront of pesky gnats out here … LOL!
What kind of "code" are you referring to, KL?
Is there a review you can point me to where I can see it?

[Lyn Anderson]

No, what this person is doing, is inserting code into my page so that I cannot review or scroll. I can temporarily fix it by logging in and out, but he or she does it again maliciously. It's a rudimentary sort of immature hacking to get under my skin and make it tedious for me to be on. Very annoying. At any rate, I have reviewed the Fives and Eights poem and am really on the fence about adding another syllable. It doesn't fit to my ear, because of the way I speak, and I always read poems aloud. I suppose I could put ev'ry tough part, but it sounds weird to me. So for now, I shall leave it. Thank you for the challenge and the form.

[Richard🖌]

Well, as a teacher, I'm just a stickler.
it's incorrect, but it's your poem and your decision to make … it certainly does not detract from the essence, moment, or beauty in any way; not to my mind's-eye; besides, I like it wonderfully just the way it is! : D

[Lyn Anderson]

And I understand about being a stickler. I have my Canadianisms I cannot give up, and I really have a hard time with misplaced apostrophes and commas.:)

[Richard🖌]

BOY howdy!
Ya sure have that right! ; )

[redzone]

love this poem KL... there are special places in our hearts where we keep these memories of the one who in many ways were part of "who we became"... she wore Shalimar and wore different colored stockings and wove her legs around each other.. I do think of her now and then...

thanks Kl for a delightful poem and the recall...

redzone

[Lyn Anderson]

You are welcome. He wore "preppy clothes" and ralph lauren, he was sweet and kind, and, we were just too young.

[redzone]

too young is often the case with such memories... sadly...

[Lydia Shutter]

Oh yes, I remember....every detail. "we became the people we needed to be separately" that happens in so many relationships and yet we remember....we long for the might have beens and we are certain they would have been magical. We do take certain people and relationships for granted....until they are over. I especially liked the alliteration in the final stanza here. Easy to identify with words, KL. Good one. Lydi**

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you very much and I am glad you could relate.