Tuesday, August 9, 2016

blue jeans

I saw you in dark blue jeans
my heart skipped a few beats
as daydreams played in my head
of seeing your handsome smile
in the morning light
or looking into those eyes
every single night
but you walked out the door
never meeting my pining gaze
but I won’t soon forget 
you in those blue jeans


- Written for dVerse Poetics: Breathing in Blue

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20 comments:

  1. De JacksonAugust 9, 2016 at 10:29 PM

    Ahhhhh. This reminds me of a guy I went to high school with...
    ;) Love this take on the prompt!

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  2. Gayle Walters RoseAugust 9, 2016 at 11:34 PM

    I've had that experience where my pining gaze was ignored... Really enjoyed this and liked how you repeated "blue jeans" in the beginning and ending...very effective.

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    1. Arcadia MariaAugust 10, 2016 at 8:12 AM

      I actually didn't realize the first and last lines ended in blue jeans. Not deliberate. It just happen spontaneously. Thanks Gayle

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  3. MariaAugust 10, 2016 at 1:18 AM

    Awwee.. this reminds me so of high school days, too. Cute!

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  4. Sanaa RizviAugust 10, 2016 at 4:00 AM

    This is oh so adorable!! Love it.

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  5. GraceAugust 10, 2016 at 8:09 AM

    I think this happened to me before, long ago. Oh well, you move on, smiles.

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    1. Arcadia MariaAugust 10, 2016 at 8:12 AM

      Yeah it happens to us all. Thanks for reading Grace.

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  6. Susan AndersonAugust 10, 2016 at 11:48 AM

    Wonderful what a pair of blue jeans can do! I definitely relate.

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  7. ImeldaAugust 10, 2016 at 12:03 PM

    Lucky one to make such an impression. Your take calls to mind similar events. 😁

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  8. AnotherFearlessYear.netAugust 10, 2016 at 3:56 PM

    Had to go way back in my memory banks to relate to this, but I enjoyed it nonetheless.

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  9. VictoriaAugust 10, 2016 at 6:01 PM

    There is something about those blue jeans...but then I live in cowboy country.

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  10. ayalaAugust 10, 2016 at 8:44 PM

    Sad.....

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  11. Jae RoseAugust 11, 2016 at 7:59 AM

    Oh to be breathless with love - perhaps it would have ruined the dream if it had been so.. Lovely :)

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  12. Walt WojtanikAugust 11, 2016 at 11:32 AM

    Unfortunately, I do not strike such a pose in my blue jeans. But your poem makes me wish I did! A sweet poem, Arcadia!

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  13. lillianthehomepoet.wordpress.comAugust 11, 2016 at 12:32 PM

    Ah those denim jeans --- an appeal over many generations!

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  14. Arcadia MariaAugust 13, 2016 at 9:49 PM

    Thank you everyone :)

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