Monday, January 13, 2003

The Summer I Was Sixteen Comments

Rating: 2.7

The turquoise pool rose up to meet us,
its slide a silver afterthought down which
we plunged, screaming, into a mirage of bubbles.
We did not exist beyond the gaze of a boy.
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Geraldine Connolly
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M Asim Nehal 13 May 2021

Fine poem. Great imagery.

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Susan Christiansen 29 September 2008

Hello! I loved the imagery. It brought back many memories of some of my much younger days. Beautiful! Sue

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Babasaheb Salve 01 September 2006

beautiful piece, keep moving ahead baba

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