The Day in the Park



New Orleans always feels like home
I could never live there
It just the place we meet to rekindle what no longer exists
It helps me forget that you belong to someone else
And I have a life I can’t give up
We planned to go to the zoo but it was closed
Which is just was well because zoos make me sad
The animals caged up and trapped like me
We drove to the park
The oak trees with their twisted limbs make me so happy

We grabbed a blanket
And found a spot under the bright blue sky
Near the trees with gray moss calling to me like lost ancestors
I laid on my back and you put your head on my stomach
We listened to music and you whispered sweet words to me
I had your full attention, such a rare thing
I ran my fingers through your hair and wished to stay like this forever
You had to leave early
And dropped me off at my hotel
I sat on the balcony and drank alone
Missing you, Always

About this poem

A stolen day with an old flame. Like Joan Baez says, memories are like Diamonds and Rust

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Written on May 04, 2023

Submitted by Kaytee on May 05, 2023

Modified by Kaytee on May 05, 2023

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Scheme XXXXXXXAXA XXXXAXXAXXX
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 888
Words 185
Stanzas 2
Stanza Lengths 10, 11

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2 Comments
  • Charles2
    Beautiful capture of the moment, mood and measure of your experience
    LikeReply 16 months ago
    • Kaytee
      thanks so much!
      LikeReply6 months ago
  • TortillasAreNotBiceps
    I wish I knew more about your life, K. We all have a story that affects us in so many ways. I find other people's plights very interesting. The things we hold and harbor that only we know about can have all sorts of effects on us. I love how your mind processes things. It's so interesting. 
    LikeReply 110 months ago
    • Kaytee
      Be careful what you ask for. I may just tell you how my crazy mind processing things.
      LikeReply 110 months ago
    • TortillasAreNotBiceps
      I can't imagine your life and/or mind could upstage me and mine, but if it can...eek!!! I may have to file for a retraction here. LOL!
      LikeReply 110 months ago
    • Kaytee
      You asked so I sent you an email. Open at your own risk :)
      LikeReply10 months ago

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