Dandelion Memories

I was working on a post about what has inspired different things that I’ve written.  This led me to review some of those past posts.  Looking at these writings in retrospect has brought about an observation.  How different my writing is now compared to what it was a year or so ago.  Improved, for sure.

Some of those early works that, at the time, I was SO proud of and was just SURE that it was the best thing ever written, now make me cringe. 🙂  But that’s ok.  Writing is like any other art form.  You must practice.

Several of these posts are very dear to me for one reason or another.  They bring back a specific memory usually.

One little poem that I especially like is Dandelion Kisses

I’m going to tell you what memory prompted that poem.  Now, I’m a child of the 70’s and was a bit of a Wild Child as well.  (I’ve told you this in the past.)  Some of you will get the references here and some of you won’t.  Regardless, I hope you enjoy reliving this memory with me.

I’m a teenager (of undisclosed age) and it’s summertime.  I’m spending the day at the park with friends.  We’re on a blanket on the ground and we are listening to a local band at a free concert.  It’s a hot day, but we’ve found a shady spot.  The air is filled with the scent of fresh cut grass and patchouli.  There would be the occasional waif of smoke in the air.  A bottle of Boone’s Farm Strawberry wine was being passed around.

I had a good buzz going and was having a great time.  I had a Huge crush on Bobby, a boy that was paying attention to me for the First Time.  I was sitting Right Next to Him and was in heaven.

The band we were listening to was not particularly good.  We didn’t care.  It was something to do and a reason to hang out together.  There were 8 of us in this little group.

While floating on this little cloud of teenage hormones and under the influence, I spent much of the day with this happy group of misfits.

Just as the sun was going down, Bobby looked me right in the eyes and kissed me.

A blissful, mostly innocent memory of a wonderful summer day.

Now take a look at my poem again and see if I did the memory justice.

Dandelion Kisses–

Too hot for Strawberry wine

Lennon on the radio


Love in the park

He waited all day

The time was right

He gave her dandelion kisses.

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson




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