Sunday, August 7, 2011

Jasmine Blooms

Summer Evening, Edward Hopper, 1947
Poetry Prompt Magpie Tales


Jasmine blooms scenting the night air.
A father's cologne on a grown up son.
Cooling night air filled with quiet sounds.
Buzz of ciadias, tumbling of moths.
Mosquitoes persistent hunting whine.

Front porch brightly light,
No shadows, no secrets.
Him leaning in, her leaning back.
Their silence broken by breathing.

The ball game rumbles faintly
on Father's new radio set.
Mother leans back, seeking
one glimpse around the corner.

"He's a nice boy" she comments.
"She's my baby girl." he responds.
They smile at each other, knowing
that it wasn't that long ago for them.

Hands brush each other, hotly.
A time when waiting was worth it.
The price to pay for true love.
One day they'll be inside too.

Watching young love bloom bright,
under the summer porch lights.
Remembering their budding to bloom.
The scent of jasmine and his cologne.

Copyright 2011 Shanyn Silinski

9 comments:

Mama Zen said...

I love your take on the prompt. So romantic and sweet!

Mystic_Mom said...

Thank you! And thanks for stopping by.

Mel said...

Lovely! Very romantic!

Blessings,
Mel
Please feel free to stop by: Trailing After God

Mystic_Mom said...

:-) Thanks for coming by Mel and for leaving some love!

Isabel said...

so sweey

Mystic_Mom said...

Thank you Isabel! For your comment and for stopping by.

The Cello Strings said...

beautiful.

:)

Helen said...

A great poetic description of long ago young love ....

Mystic_Mom said...

Cello - thank you! Glad you stopped by.

Helen - :-) thank you, so glad you stopped by.

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