Neopoet Weekly 03/03/24 to 03/09/24

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Cliff House

We drive past the place
where she first said I love you.
Perched on a cliff by the sea.

The location has been closed
for a few years now,
but not in my reflections.
As we drive by, I take her hand
while drifting back to that day.

She smiles at me just then,
as the waves break with commotion
on the shore, and joins me here
in a memory I’ve saved
for all our tomorrows.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Memories as time travel...

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: San Francisco Bay Area - USA, USA

Favorite Poets: Bukowski

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Comments

Cliff House

Hello, Wonderful Michael,
Of all the beautiful poetry you've written, this one is gold. I almost feel that by reading this, I am intruding on this most precious memory - but I am so honored that you shared it. You are amazing, and you are both so fortunate.
Blessings, for all the tomorrows!
L