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  • January 15th, 2010 | 12:41 AM
Poetry Friday - First Kiss, an original poem

It's Poetry Friday! I'm trying to get in the habit of posting more poetry. This week I decided to let one poem do double duty. Gotta ease back into things slowly. Tricia offered up a great  and I finally got around to writing mine about an hour ago. It's a first draft but I'm going to go ahead and post it anyway. The stretch prompt was to write about "a first something" and my mind, like many others, went to my first kiss.


Not my first kiss
not my first boyfriend
but a first kiss from
that friend
who knew me better than anyone
that friend
who happened to be a boy
that friend
who rode his bike
miles and miles
to my grandmother's house
to stand like a shy soldier
on the yellow front porch,
the dirty screen door the only thing
that separated us,
until he finally asked me
to come outside.

I let the screen door slam behind me
but for once
Nana didn't yell
or issue warnings
of what we should or shouldn't do
(that would come later.)

He didn't speak
that boy
that friend
so I tucked my words beneath my tongue
and followed him
while he leaned against Nana's blue Oldsmobile
until the door handle jabbed him in the back
and he didn't move,
he just watched me,
watching him

His hair,
red like strawberries,
tempted me
and I wanted to touch it
to feel its heat
to connect the dots of freckles on his face
to hear his voice
that voice I talked to on the phone
every day
every night
say something
but the silence continued to simmer
and melted my anticipation
until I felt lost
like we were playing musical chairs
and the music had stopped
and I had nowhere to go.

I moved to the shade of the orange tree
inhaled the citrus perfume
let the sturdy trunk support me
and waited.

Overhead bees buzzed
dancing from flower to flower flower
mission accomplished
again and again.

He spoke
at long last
that boy
that friend
about going home
about his paper route
about not being late
headed for his bike
to ride those miles and miles
home again
but before he left
he joined me under the orange tree
and kissed me

for the very first time.

©2010 Susan Taylor Brown
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The Poetry Friday roundup can be found at Great Kid Books today.
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( 23 comments — Leave comment )
January 15th, 2010 11:12 am (UTC)
I love it just the way it is.
I really sweet memory.
January 18th, 2010 05:37 am (UTC)
Thank you. It's been a lot of years but still I remember.
January 15th, 2010 11:39 am (UTC)
You captured the moment perfectly!
January 18th, 2010 05:37 am (UTC)
Thanks! I replay it every so often. :)
January 15th, 2010 01:27 pm (UTC)
Sweet poem, Susan. Thanks for sharing!

Donna Earnhardt
January 18th, 2010 05:37 am (UTC)
Re: Wonderful
Thank you, Donna.
January 15th, 2010 01:27 pm (UTC)
Sweet poem, Susan. Thanks for sharing!

January 15th, 2010 01:28 pm (UTC)
Love it, Susan. Perfect capture!
January 18th, 2010 05:38 am (UTC)
Thanks, Jama!
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January 18th, 2010 05:38 am (UTC)
Thank you. Love the icon to accompany it!
January 15th, 2010 03:36 pm (UTC)
Your writing leaves me breathless and light-headed. Your poem transported me back to my first kiss...way back in kindergarten. Thank-you :)
January 18th, 2010 05:38 am (UTC)
Re: Wow!
Thank you, Carmen. You made my night. :)
January 15th, 2010 04:14 pm (UTC)
Fabulous poem! Thanks so much for sharing it!
January 15th, 2010 04:16 pm (UTC)
forgot to say who was visiting!
January 18th, 2010 05:39 am (UTC)
Thanks, Martha!
January 15th, 2010 06:00 pm (UTC)
Very sweet. Reminds me of a boy I once knew who also rode his bike miles and miles to see me. Great response to the prompt.
January 18th, 2010 05:50 am (UTC)
Thanks, Karen.
January 15th, 2010 08:59 pm (UTC)
Oh, wow. That is just wonderful!
January 18th, 2010 06:11 am (UTC)
Thank you, Amy. It was fun to look back.
January 16th, 2010 02:01 pm (UTC)
I could see the whole moment. Wow, such a poerful image of that first experience. Thanks.
January 18th, 2010 06:11 am (UTC)
Thanks so much.
January 16th, 2010 03:44 pm (UTC)
Is that lovely first kiss memorable? It means so much,especially when we look back from other kisses.

How well you've captured that moment.
January 16th, 2010 08:59 pm (UTC)
Wonderfully descriptive poem!
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Who am I?I was born on the Cancer/Leo cusp and share a birthday with Ernest Hemingway and Robin Williams. The similarities don't stop there as I can go from depressed to ecstatic without ever passing go. I feel scared most of the time though my friends call me brave and I find it easier to believe in my friends than to believe in my own abilities to make what I want out of my life.

Who am I? A wife, a mother, a daughter, and even, gulp, a grandmother.

Who am I? A writer who never gets tired of playing with words, even when the words are hard to find. A writer of books for children and articles for grown-ups and many things in-between.

Who am I? A motivational speaker, writing instructor, workshop leader and full-time follower of dreams.

Who am I? Read and find out.

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