"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing." ~George Bernard Shaw

"Look at everything as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time." ~Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn


Sunday, January 18, 2015

Magpie Tales #254 First Dance


Scrapbook Fragment  August  1959
 
 
Summer crush
Dances while dirty dishes wait
Breathless age
~~~~~
Thanks to Tess Kincaid for

18 comments:

consciouscacophony said...

"Breathless age"--I love that line....so full of multiple meanings.

Jinksy said...

Enough to make anyone hold their breath, an unexpected dance. :-)

Julie Jordan Scott said...

I love the polaroid look you gave the image, a perfect counterpoint to your micropoem.

Leovi Leovi said...

I love him! Delicious fever !!
¿No es correcto?

Stephen Hayes said...

Poignant, nostalgic, sexy.

messymimi said...

Never pass up the opportunity to take a swirl around the kitchen with your sweetheart.

Sandee said...

I hadn't noticed boy in 1959. That came a bit later.

Have a fabulous day honey. Big hugs to you and my very best to Miss Lucy. ♥♥♥

the bystander said...

I am feeling nostalgic with your sweet, excellent li'l piece. The economy of words effectively translate the emotions needed for one not to get affected. well done!

- ksm

ds said...

"breathess age" indeed! Thanks for this.

Rajlakshmi said...

indeed, dishes can wait :D beautiful poem.

Kay said...

mmmm..lovely!

The Blog of Bee said...

I feel a wonderful spontaneity in your words.

Theresa Milstein said...

Ooo, I like it! Forget those dirty dishes for now.

Amrita Sabat said...

Superb lines! Let d dishes wait!

Kutamun said...

Such a dirty dancing dish !

Sandra said...

summer crush...oh yes!

Tess Kincaid said...

Forget the dishes...

Enigma said...

"Breathless age" - Yes. Indeed. :)