In The Dark Alleyway Poem by Charles M Moore

In The Dark Alleyway

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I felt her smile like the rays of the sun
approaching me I almost felt she would run
calling my name with a pleasuring glee
excitingly glorious she came to me

We talked and we laughed holding hands in the park
a crisp winters morning we felt the ice crack
old friends and old lovers like we just met
remembering times we could never forget

Back in our teens we ran wild through the streets
with friends in a gang and the world at our feet
mischief and trouble were things we knew well
trust was a byword for love that we felt

We became closer and needed more time
exploring emotions we just had to find
that first teenage kiss in the dark alleyway
still with us eternal remembered today

The broken Coke sign flickering in the cafe
we nervously laughed as it flashed Cok each day
all through the winter we huddled and talked
encouraging moments that we couldn't stop

Our friends drifted off somewhere in the unknown
as we bonded closer in love on our own
enjoying the pleasures of body and mind
as teenagers do as they grow through that time

We tried to make plans for the future I guess
but we were just amateurs out of our depth
as the spring came it melted the snow and our dreams
and we stretched our wings seeking different things

Forty years on at the roadside cafe
the Coke sign still flickers as we nervously
smile at each other and remember the day
of that first teenage kiss in the dark alleyway.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Esther Leclerc 13 July 2006

Charlie, you are the master of the reminiscence (real or inspired) , evoking memories of times goneby in all our minds. This is emotionally rich and satisfying, every word!

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Linda Ori 09 July 2006

Some friendships never end. You pick up where you left off like no time has passed. It's easy, and comfortable. Why is it that some people stay with you forever and others just fade away? Strong story telling here, Charlie. Lovely... Linda

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Patricia Gale 06 July 2006

Lovely reminder of the first love and of times past.Thank you for the reminder of the days of youth. Patricia

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Francesca Johnson 06 July 2006

First love.......it somehow never dies. A beautiful poem, Charlie, it touched me deeply. Love, Fran xx

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Charles M Moore

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