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Geraldine Connolly - The Summer I Was Sixteen

The turquoise pool rose up to meet us,
its slide a silver afterthought down which
we plunged, screaming, into a mirage of bubbles.
We did not exist beyond the gaze of a boy.

Shaking water off our limbs, we lifted
up from ladder rungs across the fern-cool
lip of rim. Afternoon. Oiled and sated,
we sunbathed, rose and paraded the concrete,

danced to the low beat of "Duke of Earl".
Past cherry colas, hot-dogs, Dreamsicles,
we came to the counter where bees staggered
into root beer cups and drowned. We gobbled

cotton candy torches, sweet as furtive kisses,
shared on benches beneath summer shadows.
Cherry. Elm. Sycamore. We spread our chenille
blankets across grass, pressed radios to our ears,

mouthing the old words, then loosened
thin bikini straps and rubbed baby oil with iodine
across sunburned shoulders, tossing a glance
through the chain link at an improbable world.

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Poet: Geraldine Connolly
Poem: The Summer I Was Sixteen
Volume: Province of Fire
Year: Published/Written in 1998
Poem of the Day: Dec 17 2010

Comment 4 of 4, added on March 12th, 2012 at 12:55 PM.

The Day I LeftThe day I left you,That was the saddest day of my life,But the day I wleakd away,It doesn’t mean I stopped loving you.For the last few years I kept youInside my heart,Even when I found new love,You were still there tucked awayUnder a blanket, for safe keeping,Now and then I would feel your presenceInside my heart,When I am down and underI remember what you alwaysTold me, that I will forever haveA friend in you.Each day that goes by,I try to find that sunshine.That glow that warmth you had for me.The things that made me walk away,Was not too hurt you,But to give you a life that I couldn’t give youAt the time.Through all the times that we have missed,Through all the years that has gone by,The things I have had found in you.Needing someone so much that I needed.You more and more,But I wish I could’ve given youThat life, staying with you,But I knew I couldn’t give it too you.Through the years I have never lostThat love for you,We use to work things out,But this wasn’t something we could’veWorked on.That is why I had to walk away.30/04/2011

Francisca from Italy
Comment 3 of 4, added on September 5th, 2011 at 9:58 PM.

Not a single website has a poetry response for this i can copy and paste, looks like i have to do this myself ;)

HW kid
Comment 2 of 4, added on May 6th, 2010 at 9:46 AM.
The Summer I Was Sixteen

I really enjoyed this poem and i can really relate to this.

Shayenne from United States

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