Posted by: Bruce | March 19, 2019

First love, remember when?

Old car, side by side

arms brush, a breath missed

perfume and aftershave inhaled away

bruised lips from lingering kisses that as yet, lead nowhere


And what a song for that year in my old car……

Words for today;      Out of my comfort zone, briefly.

More to come;      same blog time, same blog channel


  1. You’re getting all poetic in your old age.

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    • Ooooh, I wondered about that term Mary. If poetry can be jotting a few words that don’t rhyme or complete a sentence, then I guess you’re right. I was unpredictably on fire that morning. Today Mary, I awoke putting words together about Humpty Dumpty! A little weird I think.


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