Sunday, March 25, 2012

Parking Lot




SOL #24 on March 25th
Posting twice today.
I didn’t get to post this yesterday before leaving Florida heading for Ohio but these images were in my head. The contrasts of arriving and leaving in the parking lot.




Parking Lot
         Arriving

Car turns into
The parking lot
emotions turn in happiness
We have arrived
our familiar place

There they are!
Parents
waving and protecting
our  parking spot


car door
flies open
Deep breath of the
Florida breeze


spring out
to hug and hold my
parents
tears of happiness
in our eyes


Parking lot
            Leaving

Black
yellow lines
painted number
of condo
 we are
leaving

Deep breath
Smell hot tar

Breathe deep
Do not cry
Kiss mom
        Kiss dad
Hug mom
           Hug dad

Return to mom
And hold on so
very
    Tight


she has that look
I know so well
eyes swell

trying
to hold
back tears

Be brave I whisper
        In my head
Soon they will
head north
too


Be brave I whisper
to self

in parking lot

try not
to cry
Next year
    Next year
           Next year
I say as we pull
away

4 comments:

  1. How beautifully said. Love the poetry format of your thinking and how it is bookmarked with the parking lot.

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  2. Beautifully composed. I feel the tension in your second poem 'Be brave I whisper'. Your excitement resonates in the first.
    MH at booksavors.wordpress.com

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  3. I love the use of a common space to hold two kinds of ground.

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  4. I remember these days. 12 years of coming and going, and I never mastered the strength to not cry. And, that's ok. :) But, now, I am just glad to have moved so there are no more plane rides. Beautiful depiction you shared.

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