I remember your cologne and the way it made me feel.
I remember how the scent lingered for hours,
reminding me that I was yours;
that I had experienced some semblance of passion!
Fahrenheit…
as in one hundred degrees and rising!
I remember…
I remember sneaking home all those nights.
I remember the rampage dad went on when caught;
reminding me how cumbersome it was to have parents.
Too many years before adulthood and freedom.
Independence…
Three years and counting!
I remember…
I remember the first ring you gave me.
I remember how committed we were,
reminding me of all the years I spent chasing;
good fun-loving years, yearning…
love…
It’s all I really wanted.
I remember…
I remember the years of broken promises.
I remember the wasted youth,
reminding me how many nights were spend grounded;
just for a few extra moments with you.
Sacrifice…
morbid,I know,
but I remember…
©Daydreamer
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ha. i remember some interesting times as a teen and counting down the years to freedom…sneaking out…messing around…fun loving…yeah that for sure…smiles…thanks for the memories…
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Always happy to oblige! Thank you!
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For me it is “Canoe” …. the mere whiff and my past comes flooding back. I enjoyed this.
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Thank you Helen! To me, Fahrenheit smells like jelly beans!
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Oh, don’t we all? Lovely…
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Thank you 🙂
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how many nights we spent ground gives away the time frame that this takes place
Initiated Kiss
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True…forbidden love…
Thank you 🙂
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…a painful reminiscence… perhaps memories of love are mostly like this… but maybe love are meant to hurt for us to know that love existed not to be just taken for granted but rather to take seriously and with all sincerity… that’s when love cares and lasts… smiles…
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Very true Kelvin. We never regret real love, even if it hurts us…
Thanks for stopping by!
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vivid memories
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Thank you Lucy!
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I’d have a hard time forgetting that, too. I really like this, especially your opening.
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Thank you Laurie!
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i’m smiling…brought back some of my own memories as well…smiles
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Thank you Claudia!
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Excellent approach to the sacrifices prompt! I enjoyed reading this.
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Thank you Peggy!
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I’m sure we all have things to remember and wonder at and laugh and cry because we were young, silly, rebellious, in love. It’s achingly true and awesome and bittersweet, all at the same time.
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Thank you! It was still a fun time in life.
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Ah a much more poignant poem for this love fueled challenge, very vivid lmages.
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Thank you for the kind words!
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Youthful follies, no? Such keen remembrance!
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Thank you Kim
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Worth remembering, I say!
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Indeed! Thank you!
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I do so remember the sacrifices of youth for that wonderful Brute or Old Spice scented young man I was eventually to marry.
Lovely memories of when I sacrificed a little of who I had molded myself to be – so I could incorporate my handsome one into my life.
Anna :o]
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smiles…Thank you Anna!
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Ah, you brought back that time of youth so vividly. I enjoyed the recollections, and they make me think that it is a wonder we survived youth at all. Smiles. Thanks for taking part in Poetry Jam!
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Thank you Mary!
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Fun taking a trip down memory lane here!
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Thank you Robyn
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reminding me how cumbersome it was to have parents.
I think it is a “song” many of us could sing…
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That is so true Margaret! Thank you!
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It is funny how some scents can bring back so many memories, some good and some not so good. Sometimes it is truly a wonder that we did survive those times. Even now it is a wonder that we are still surviving and making new memories. Geez, I am trying to remember what was the name of the cologne that my hubby used to wear and for the life of me I cannot. Yup, my mind is already going somewhere I dare not think about, or maybe I cannot remember where it is going……oh well.
Thanks again for sharing such wonderful thoughts with us for this weeks Theme Thursday. I hope you are having a better scent filled weekend of youthful memories than I am. It is funny how we turn into a version of our parents once we have children. We become the protectors we once resented.
God bless.
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True words! I am now my mother! Thank you for stopping by! 🙂
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I wasn’t expecting the middle and end as i read the first stanza. Wonderfully done. I am so taken in with the scents of my loves and ready to spend a life time with that scent. 🙂 Truth is a lot of times we spend so many years on unrequited love. Sad…but a true story.
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I wasn’t sure where the prompts would lead me. Thank you.
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this made me smile, well put.
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I’m glad you enjoyed it! Thank you!
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This had me remembering my first boyfriend and how the smell of him drove me nuts. I could smell the Stetson…was I really ever that young? Very cool write. I also liked the repetition of “remember”.
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Thank you Heidi!
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Oh, Day Dreamer… when your passion seeks to journey I feel only blessed that I am gifted the opportunity to stow away and experience at least some of your wonders.
“I remember…”
It hit me like my head was inside a great church bell as noontime was tolled…each syllable booming, resonating…
Memories are our precious, precious resource. The brain is “fire and forget”, it is OUR SOUL that remembers sacrifice, love, enrichment, the beginning…
Beautiful piece, Day Dreamer! You have such a power to bring one into your EXPERIENCE. That’s why I love to come here, and I always will. Oh how you let me travel!
-Your biggest fan.
~The Keeper
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Thank you Keeper! It means a lot that you feel that way!
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Beautiful…just beautiful ^ ^
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Thank you!
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I have nominated you and your blog for a Liebster Award which you are free to accept or not 😉
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Thank you 🙂
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You are welcome.
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This is very beautiful! Our prompt for next week at Woven Dreams is remember, maybe you’ll share with participants there too? :<)
Happy Week, G
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Thank you so very much Geraldine!
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