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i been
thinking 
'bout that time 
we hopped the train 
bound for Dover
just the two of us
and three cigarettes 
the night
swiss dotted
with stars
and backyard lamplight 
we owned 
the glow
of new experience
with the swagger 
of the sacred
seasoned perfectly 
i'm keen 
to believe

2015-Rene









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  1. AnonymousApril 26, 2015 at 1:47 PM

    swagger of the sacred is an interesting concept

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  2. UnknownApril 26, 2015 at 1:54 PM

    Love this. It's beautiful. Nice write. I like short poetry that packs a punch like this, gives deep insight into a slice of life. Good work.

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  3. BerowneApril 26, 2015 at 3:00 PM

    The glow of new experience might well describe one who just read your poem, too.

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  4. MaryApril 26, 2015 at 3:02 PM

    Really, Rene, I just love this. I can just picture this time of life, with life being such an adventure & everything is possible. And, oh that swagger...yup, that was life then! This might be my favorite poem of yours.

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  5. brudbergApril 26, 2015 at 3:09 PM

    What a lovely image.. reminds me of that month I was out interrailing looking for new things.. just a dream of what would happen next.

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  6. scotthastiepoetApril 26, 2015 at 3:16 PM

    Great write rene, made me feel young again... Thanks! With Best Wishes Scott www.scotthastie.com

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  7. AnonymousApril 26, 2015 at 3:20 PM

    beautiful!

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  8. C.C.April 26, 2015 at 3:58 PM

    "the night swiss dotted with stars"--such a unique way of describing it....fresh and creative...I love it!

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  9. Donna@LivingFromHappinessApril 26, 2015 at 4:02 PM

    What great memories we all have buried that make us shake our heads and think...wow we did that!

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  10. ZQApril 26, 2015 at 4:17 PM

    Wonderful!
    ZQ

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  11. TruedessaApril 26, 2015 at 4:48 PM

    haha - reminds me of some fun spontaneous adventures of my own.

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  12. Sanaa RizviApril 26, 2015 at 5:06 PM

    To live each day... is truly no less than an adventure..! This concept is portrayed with perfection in this poem :D
    xoxo

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    1. UnknownApril 26, 2015 at 8:19 PM

      I am happy you liked it, Sanaa. Thank you:)

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  13. KutamunApril 26, 2015 at 8:24 PM

    "With the swagger of the sacred seasoned perfectly "- great line !

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  14. Wendy BourkeApril 26, 2015 at 10:04 PM

    Whew! Awesome writing. A bit of Jack Kerouac's spontaneous writing style (of an actual event, to boot) channeling through in this piece. You are very talented.

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  15. thotpurgeApril 27, 2015 at 12:03 AM

    Two of us with three cigarettes... lovely :)

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  16. totomaiApril 27, 2015 at 6:49 AM

    You sometimes get lost in the moment when you are with your loved one

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  17. Tess KincaidApril 27, 2015 at 3:18 PM

    Love the dotted swiss stars...

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    1. UnknownApril 28, 2015 at 7:44 AM

      Thank you, Tess. Was shopping the night before I wrote this. It may have something to do with it! :)

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  18. Gen Giggles April 27, 2015 at 3:41 PM

    Great poem, very vivid.

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  19. Buddah MoskowitzApril 27, 2015 at 5:33 PM

    This was one huge, refreshing inhale of inspiration. Loved it.

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  20. Maria MaineroApril 28, 2015 at 1:17 AM

    Lovely voice, imagery and words that all work together to make a rich visual story.

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  21. ♥ BrajaMay 17, 2015 at 10:25 AM

    love this

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  22. ♥ BrajaMay 31, 2016 at 9:54 PM

    still lovin' it :)

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