smiles...ha...hopefully the hot flash is endurable...i should not laugh, sorry...i know them only through my mom and the ladies around me....but the flash back from the music...i get those..a bit more enjoyable...the interplay of difference and distance is interesting as well....
glad to inspire as well...smiles...happy sunday susan
to think of one's younger years is to look at your wild n adventurous yesterday. Maybe thirty years from now I'll be having flashbacks of Katy Perry and Miley Cyrus...hahahaha. Good one Susan!!!
Hmmm . . . I was 14 and lived 3000 miles away. But we all put flowers in our hair (even the guys,) held hands, and danced in the park to the music on the radio. The distance is not so far as I still feel that spirit . . .
Hot flashes do measure time, at a time when we do not really want time to be measured so cruelly.
ReplyDeletesmiles...ha...hopefully the hot flash is endurable...i should not laugh, sorry...i know them only through my mom and the ladies around me....but the flash back from the music...i get those..a bit more enjoyable...the interplay of difference and distance is interesting as well....
ReplyDeleteglad to inspire as well...smiles...happy sunday susan
Ha, and the distance does keep getting greater and greater! Sigh.
ReplyDeleteTime is everything...the giver and the taker...
ReplyDeletecan not tell the difference.. but time. :) short but really smart.
ReplyDeleteAhh--know this terrain well! Happy Sunday Susan!
ReplyDelete"telling the distance".........I like that.
ReplyDeleteThose hot flashes of memory and longing do not get less, which is both good and bad. It reminds you have lived your life.
ReplyDeleteYou have said so much with so few words Susan. Have a great week ahead! :)
ReplyDeleteA very quick but strong poem.
ReplyDeleteto think of one's younger years is to look at your wild n adventurous yesterday. Maybe thirty years from now I'll be having flashbacks of Katy Perry and Miley Cyrus...hahahaha. Good one Susan!!!
ReplyDeletehe, he, he, so true.
ReplyDeleteHmmm . . . I was 14 and lived 3000 miles away. But we all put flowers in our hair (even the guys,) held hands, and danced in the park to the music on the radio. The distance is not so far as I still feel that spirit . . .
ReplyDeleteCool! You are so sensitive! Nice write.
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Most of the time I can't tell the difference either...
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