I take each note of crisp summer as I am pelting my brain with forgotten things I want to remember
The watermelon crushes my heart into a million pieces of cold, sticky, sweet, tender flesh
Why does each bite sink into my soul like a ethereal feeling
Watermelon, oh how you taunt me, how can something so refreshing and sweet make me feel so intensely?
Each bite (fishing for hours in hot summer sun with my dad)
Each bite (longing to swim at a pool with someone that loves me)
Each bite (long car rides and cassette tapes)
Each bite (friends that order a single pizza for all of us to share, $5.00 each)
Each (Lonely, feeling oh so lonely)
Bite (crisp, sweet, crying watermelon)
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By Melissa Ingoldsby7 months ago in Poets
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Stunning work! I loved the nostalgic vibe!! Go gurl! 💪🏾🌸
Amazing 😍
I absolutely love this!
That was nostalgically melancholic. Loved your poem Merly!
I love this. You've made me look at watermelon in a different light. It brings back lots of childhood memories for me!
I wasn’t expecting that, what a turn! Watermelon usually gives certain imagery but it went to a nostalgic place, mingling the pleasant with the sad and missing days in the past. That was great work!